| So many names have been given to me
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| For what the humans fear is versatile
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| I was born under the yoke of Evil
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| An armoured fist of Satan
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| Yes, fear me in the howls of wolves
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| Fear me in the pale moon itself
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| Where my presence is near
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| Your soul will coil with ulcers
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| Like a cancer of hate and Evil
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| I will reach for the universe
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| Infecting every church with darkness
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| Ceremony echoes to me
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| In my devotion I am His weapon
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| Pointed at your feebleness
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| Throats I slit and drink the blood
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| From a chalice made of a skull
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| Beat the drums of a satanic march
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| With the human bones
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| Let be heard even in the wind
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| Satan is too strong
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| You will stand but a little chance
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| Face the death eternal
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| Spilling blood of the holy martyrs
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| Glory of the sacred war
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| In my devotion I am his prophet
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| Slashing curses on the skin
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| Taste the poetry of my tormented skin
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| It’s the last thing you’ll know |