| You, beacon of sanctimonious righteousness, consolation prize for vulnerable
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| souls
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| Primordial vengeance you shall feel, at the end of your days
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| The only warmth will be hellfire’s sweet blaze
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| We’ll pull you to insane shadows, beyond the wall of sleep
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| We’ll decorate your soul and spirit, by the satanic torment against the
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| lamenting sheep
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| In the deepest caverns within mind, dwells the subliminal need to convert the
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| sheeps
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| Deprivation of emotion, with knife, conversion leading to suicide
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| It’s raining blood in heaven on the day of doom
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| Scent of innocence turns to reek of putrefaction
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| Since the day when virgin cunt defocated the icon of weakness
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| Has the lands been as verminous grave
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| Soulless and broken by profane agony
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| Struggling and yielding before insanity
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| Soulless and broken by profane agony
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| Sculptures in flesh, terrorized mind and soul filled with fathomless horror
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| This is your destiny, feel the fucking pain now!
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| Close the gates for tomorrow, triumphant are we who oppose |