| Destined for great power
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| Hidden secret of twisted faith
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| From sacrificial squalor
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| To disinterring amoral disgrace
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| Following in the footsteps
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| In the wrecking trail of the elusive witch
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| Effigies submerged in gore
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| With a headless beast for opposing the hitch
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| Sworn to Kadiempembe
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| An obsession with evil carved in flesh
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| Ritually cicatrised screaming
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| My soul is dead, I have no god
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| And with the gathered disciples
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| The chosen one’s horizons spread
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| Immolations and unbelievers
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| Paying the devil’s price in blood and dread
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| And with the decadent enraptured
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| Worshipping their twisted god
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| Boundless evil of El Padrino
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| A baron in the court of hell
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| Spiralling sadism
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| Lovers torn asunder, victims mutilated
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| Agony praised utmost
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| One vile commandment — they must die screaming
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| Flense the silent stoic
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| Yet his lack of screams fails to impress
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| Resultant rage volcanic
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| Seize innocence, desperate redress
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| But the shadow god has stumbled
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| Sorcerous facade now implode at once
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| Though the castellations crumble
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| The godfather will not be dead for long… |