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God Hate inside, forever be as I want you to be, |
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My raging sword bringing all the saints to grief, |
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The shround of pain, great wonder, mindlessly worshiped by weak hearts |
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Is my gift that makes them shed their tears on my cold lips, |
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Killing your god we never spoke out his name, |
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Drinking his blood when darkness calls out my hate, |
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World unseen is out there behind the virgin's eyes, |
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The light so value, behold this light with no source behind, |
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They are urged to speak with great voices now in the name of the god, |
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But silent whisper is the living voice of the ancient ones, |
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This world is wondering after me, |
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My words are eagerly spoken by your lips, |
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Killing your god we never spoke out his name, |
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Drinking his blood when darkness calls out my hate, |
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Vocem Necris Tribullaes Tannem! |
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This world is wondering after me, |
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My words are eagerly spoken by your lips, |
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Those who worship fetish be condemned for eternity, |
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Those who see the light of darkness shall be ruling over this world, |
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This world is wondering after me, |
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My words are eagerly spoken by your lips, |
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Those who worship fetish be condemned for eternity, |
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Those who see the light of darkness shall be ruling over this world, |
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Living after life, suffering among the damned, devouring the light of gods, |
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Living after life, suffering among the damned, devouring the light of gods! |
