| I pervert the essence of grace
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| Through the rituals of antichrist
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| The sacred flesh i vomit
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| The sacred blood i must detest
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| Glowing scars of the crown
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| Stigmata marks the favor now
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| Worn with contempt
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| My horns flow from the scars
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| As we form
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| A voice to sing the oldest song
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| Of the wound
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| Of the rise
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| Of the order
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| A chant to celebrate
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| The flesh and the becoming
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| As the son of the order ascends
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| Born of the wretched, all entwined
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| Suffering bodies, suffering minds
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| Flesh of contempt come forth
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| New salvation’s spawned
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| The new womb breeding antichrist
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| Shall tear asunder the sanctified
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| Giving birth to a new heaven
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| This child shall bear
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| The devil’s mark
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| A voice to sing the oldest song
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| Of the wound
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| Of the rise
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| Of the order
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| A chant to celebrate
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| The flesh and the becoming
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| As the son of the order ascends
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| Suffering
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| Behold the fall of the blades once again
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| The black order
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| The prayer ripped open
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| Giving birth to a corrupt heart
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| Dominance!
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| The black order
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| A voice to sing the oldest song
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| Of the wound
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| Of the rise
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| Of the order
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| A chant to celebrate
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| The flesh and the becoming
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| As the son of the order ascends |