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Fist in the face for the time smothered angel |
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By Satan my scythe will shallow every hallow |
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Open now dear blood soaked soil |
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By Satan I pour magma down throat. |
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Come ghostfaced hungry shadows of shadows |
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By Satan I drink the darkness they drewl |
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With victorious weapons |
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I will melt every angels wings |
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Triumph of the will striking |
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Striking to kill |
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Cloak the earth with a thousand nights |
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And a billion dead |
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We toast and drink from and chalice |
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Filled with shreds of life |
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And know my eyes are knifes |
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To shred every fucking stream |
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Of Christian light |
