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A toll enshrouded spectre; with demons wings |
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Surrounded by a pale and cold radiance |
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Eyes so morbidly and brilliant |
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Unchained is the devil of |
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Ira Arriving to the throne buildt in coldest blackstone |
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Towering above a mantle of thick fog |
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Reflections into the whispering waters |
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I have worshipped thee below in centuries of time |
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Scripts older than time itself reveals the coming of our lord |
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In the domain of the blackest dark |
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I gaze into the flames |
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Satan; let the scytche of death sweep across the landscape |
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A horizon covered with darkness; the fog creeps over the mountains |
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Lay low the ramparts; open wide the portals of hell |
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In nomine dei nostri |
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Satthanas... ... |
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In the name of the master |
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Satan, his excellence |
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Lucifer I summon the forces of darkness and the infernal powers within |
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Beyond the black fog; |
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Satan's realm |
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Beyond the black fog; the realm of |
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Satan The moon turns bloodred and the holocaust storms rises from the north |
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Awaiting the hordes of hell to come forth |
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Hate is the heart, |
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Death; the striving vision ... |
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My dark soul is immortal "Scripts older than time itself reveals the coming of the wrath, unchained is the devils of Ira. Satan's wings his scytche of death" |
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Raging battles, |
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Bathin; mighty warlord |
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Again you shall lead the men of might, against the week and feeble light |
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Beyond the black fog; |
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Satan's realm |
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Beyond the black fog; the realm of |
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Satan |
