Reborn through the breeze in a snowstorm
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in front of thirteen black brilliants candles
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reflecting under my eyes, and letting reappear
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the Medieval visions of my ancient empire.
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Prince Lucifer, powerful you buried my corpse
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and keep my spirit, to challenge the good in the
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name of evil and to declare an endless war,
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with the torment of the infernal legions.
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I'm the son of the moon, emperor of the war,
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I'm the one who unleash the hate
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I'm the denial of all benevolence
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I prepare my holocaust
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I shall kill without pity...
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"I raise the inverted cross, in the nightside eclipse...
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His eyes shall watch me in battle.
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Under the storming holocaustsky,
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thy kingdom of heaven will be destroyed forevermore,
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under the throne of the horned king,
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under the sign of the horned one..."
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The whole universe, will then recognize
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the supreme power of Satan, who will retake
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his throne for eternity and will reign forever.
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Beyond the snowclad hills, and the icy mountains
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a vast field of crucified, and impaled is stretching.
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They're perishing in the blackness of darkness
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and soulless of their soul
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for centuries lost in Lucifer's kingdom.
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And endlessly the bloody rivers flows!
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And the maleficiant strengths delivered from
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their abyss are raging.
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Again the empire of evil,
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will shine and my domain of terror,
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will keep his powerful majesty,
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under the glittering brillance of the moon,
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and under the sign of the great iron hammer, sign of Thor.
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Under The Holocaust
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| Enthroned |
