| Spawn of the darkest evil divine
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| A creation of the holy womb
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| Step aside for lord Sathanas
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| His fist so deep within
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| A servant am I and in flesh am I captured
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| Holy flesh and holy sin
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| Oh, the strength it does not take
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| To deny life’s lying pleasure
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| Their wars stills my hunger
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| The tears in their eyes still my thirst
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| Yet their life’s feeds my despite
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| …eternally to be cursed
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| As it opens for me
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| In darkest desolation I behold
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| My blood runs cold through my veins
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| Running in vain
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| Lands fall behind my eyes
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| And humanity is bleeding
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| And in my hand I hold the key
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| To all living holy glory
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| …and all that is evil
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| The womb of life is rotten black
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| The seed of light dried dead
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| The fist of Satan deep within
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| Behold the cunt of life in sin
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| Behold the purest evil
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| The creation of a higher force
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| Lurking within all of man
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| Stronger than every life and lie |