| Flowing through my veins is the key to my papal power
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| An ancient bloodline; |
| well maintained to avoid dilution
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| The Progenitor is the Father of Lies
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| The sovereign source for this power dwells within me
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| Inside my form
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| He lurks beneath my skin and stares through my eyes
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| Through me he has the power to instill the re-written doctrine to the Church
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| Beware the wolf in sheep skin preying on the weak
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| I am the Host of Satan
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| Parasites thriving in my blood
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| Harbour his soul in my surrogate subjugation
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| My fidelity lies with he who now grows inside of me
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| I, his vicar in the physical realm, feed him innocent blood as a sacrifice;
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| the blood of infants and the blood of nuns
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| With great power comes great hypocrisy
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| With great power comes satanic adoration
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| With great power comes great hypocrisy
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| With great power comes the sacrificial blood of innocence
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| Beware the wolf in sheep skin preying on the weak
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| Wet with this blood, I’m a demigod; |
| a flesh incarnate vessel
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| In this world of flesh and blood I feel the urge to fuck
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| This endless hunger to fuck and smother is driving me to rape the nuns
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| I feel the urge to reproduce, but the bloodline must stay intact.
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| With death I purify the whorespawn blood |