The foul stench empowers you
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as centuries of hatred wash over your soul
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What was once pure and hopeful
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has been murdered in a blinding fury
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Simple mortal you cannot
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fathom the gift that you are to receive::.
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To murder without feeling,
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to hate each abomination equally.
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The smell of burning blood engulfs your senses
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At last the weak shall be vanquished
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once and for all!!!
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To cleanse this world of all disease,
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beginning with it's cancer
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Total annihilation of earth
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and man is Belial's final answer::.
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Gouge & Tear at the flesh
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that boasts of 'vanity'
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Following an ancient belief
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once known as Christianity
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[Chorus:]
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Soldiers of a higher cause,
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you have been chosen by Belial
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To cleanse this foul world
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of the vermin known as man
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Destroy without prejudice
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care not the color of skin
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Damned to always repeat themselves
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condemned eternally by sin
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Unholy Hordes Of Rot
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| Dementor |
