| Of bloodwork and pain
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| And revelation to thy nine worlds beyond
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| Of lunacy from an arch-heretic
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| And failed believes from thy mortal souls
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| I am thy savage guard
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| Thy keeper of thy ninth gate of Ishtar
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| I conduct all your wishes and lusts
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| I am Mephisto himself
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| In a bed of roses and wine
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| Thou whilst shed your last tears in life
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| When hell freezes finally over
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| Blood will be shed in twilight of October
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| Of Blizzard winds and frost
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| And absence of love and celebrating survey
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| We envy thy beasts that fell
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| Into thy gloomy, freezing pits of hell
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| I am thy savage guard
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| Thy keeper of thy ninth gate of Ishtar
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| I conduct all your wishes and lusts
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| I am Mephistophilus himself
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| As we all where afflicted
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| By thy sacred beliefs, thy spiritual flesh
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| A high-priest of hell
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| Declared war of savage and sorrow
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| I mourn as I drink their purified blood
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| Of servitude and labor it taste
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| Thy dismal sorrow lies in freezing hell
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| Oh, what a pity, what a horrible waste
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| All our losses, all our pain
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| Afflicted by thy way they all where slain
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| Our glory, our tremedious feast
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| Their defeat in thy eyes of thy beast
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| I am thy savage guard
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| Thy keeper of thy ninth gate of Ishtar
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| I conduct all your wishes and lusts
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| I am Mephostophiel himself
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| Time whilst celebrate
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| In a world of blister and torture
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| Where all life has decayed
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| When hell freezes over
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| I am thy savage guard
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| Thy keeper of thy ninth gate of Ishtar
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| I conduct all your wishes and lusts
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| I am Satan himself |