| Grips of brute creep forth into the moonless night
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| Where she lay trapped in the wounds of damnation
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| Laying senseless in the lair of the demons
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| Pleading acrimonious affinity
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| Listening to the winds and senile trees
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| Open these eyes and look at your destiny
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| Silent whispers she lures with her blood of despair
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| Hauntiing her every night, nearing creeping death
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| As the shadows caught her drawing pentagram
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| Dark clouds slowly forming
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| Staring at the spiteful mortal girl
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| Her bleeding starts as she feels the wrath of God
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| Down came the bolt of chaos
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| Abolish god’s sympathy
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| Defile all that comes in between
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| Howls of war, her sex appeal
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| Summon what lies beneath the tomb of Christ (666)
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| Come winter snow, did she ever know
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| The day it came and went so fast
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| Her tight cunt a thing of the past
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| Now a vile soul takes hold
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| Acts of sex and filthy unfold
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| Royal members of the darkness partake
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| In rape and unsacred mass
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| Raged by the call of Inferno
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| Forsaking her sanity
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| Her chest torn asunder
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| Freeing her soul from the fate of the witches and troll
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| Oh Lord rest this apocalypse
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| Oh Lord shatter, this divine force
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| Come winter snow, did she ever know
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| The day it came and went so fast
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| Her virgin beauty of the past
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| Now a vile soul takes hold
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| Acts of sex and filth unfold
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| Royal members of the darkness partake
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| In rape and unsacred mass |