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!
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The Shround (A Hellish Value)
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