| Righteous pleasures droll
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| From the sexed spent lips of the beast
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| Feel his tongue pinching at your face
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| Feel the acid sting as I melt into your flesh
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| Whilst boring out your cunt
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| With pumping grace week and bleeding
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| Insetuos unearthing the might
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| Masked orgy of darkness files
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| Satan’s semen locking their jaws
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| Into thy flesh and soul of man
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| Clamed filled hands talon the flesh
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| Of your quivering breast
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| Pillowed around his serpent prick
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| Behold thy is the one who speaks true bliss
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| Like wine the glory flows into the throne
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| To fill the mote with all your mortal
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| Perched upon his back now the greedy hordes
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| Waiting to fuck the scraps
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| Tearing pieces of your carcassed mind
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| Awaiting the birth in the church of the blessed dead
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| I continue to see your face come to me my child
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| O gaze into an ocean blue your eyes
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| That spark the fear of god in man your demise
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| Now all there in are time and death of man and beast
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| Placental mammals giving birth to ilk and sin
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| Dark and damp and filled with rats
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| Spewing his seed into the world
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| Frenzied passion an erupting dark epoch
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| Extinguishing the light of heavens bliss
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| This could not give birth
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| To your messiah who walks to earth
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| But the minions of the dead condemned to hell
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| Celebrating the arrival thy unholy king of evil
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| Rippling tidings quake across the land
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| Angels die like moths falling from the sky
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| Choking on the smoke of the week I’m burning
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| Drowning in your blood, lamenting to some god
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| Blackened sky’s wrought the face of Satan
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| Festering in the womb plunging the unborn
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| Sipping piss from vineyards of the dying
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| Behold thy is the one who speaks true bliss
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| Like wine the glory flows into the throne
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| To fill the mote with all your mortal
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| Perched upon his back now the greedy hordes
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| Waiting to fuck the scraps
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| Tearing pieces of your carcassed mind |