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Let them all come to me, infamous lethargy |
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Bestowing the black scourge upon all abominations |
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The red light of abhorrence shines and turns the vaults into heavens |
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Cursing from the pool of mutilation we adore the birth of those chosen soulless |
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Suffering archangel, sacrament of the suicidal door |
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Bless the whore lust divine, concrete concept of |
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Satan Rebellions illumination where once stood the eternal light of emptiness |
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And I call upon all redempters, the grand scourge of revelations |
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The altar reveals the black bishop, obscene and grotesque pantomime |
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Holding the dead child with greed, he stands and claims the rights of the flesh |
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Hear the riders hurt in the three locks of the circle |
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I am the claws of the filth, prophesising the past |
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Praying for mercy, receiving the absurd flesh before it's ghastly fecundation |
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And they all come to me, and answers resounds in nothingness |
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For the fifth inquisitor has arrived |
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Decayed tides of glory reappears from remnants of the black plague |
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And the hollow spirits trapped in carnal memories rebel |
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Caricatures of angels smile with disgust on the stained glass windows |
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To offer grotesque understanding to the gathered ones |
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Here come from the scars of eternal war perverse mihole ian'b |
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From the once dead now alive one is broken the seventh seat |
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In rapture his skin become the key to the bottomless pit |
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Death always comes too late to the ones suffering pain |
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Angels of sickness blow into each of the horns |
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Raising the cult of abominations of the read sea |
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Rising the judge, drinking the vials of revelation |
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The wine of whoredom reeks the filth that scarves us |
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Followed by |
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King Abaddon |
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I will destroy the open book |
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And tear down the voice of the mighty one |
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As all with admire my arts, the scourge will follows the twice horned lamb |
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And set my name to total adoration hearing the words spoken by my icons |
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They drink from the never healing wound upon the purest of my heads |
