You, beacon of sanctimonious righteousness, consolation prize for vulnerable souls.
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Primordial vengeance you shall feel, at the end of your days.
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The only warmth will be hellfire's sweet blaze.
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We'll pull you to insane shadows, beyond the wall of sleep.
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We'll decorate your soul and spirit, by the satanic torment against the lamenting sheep.
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In the deepest caverns within mind, dwells the subliminal need to convert the sheeps.
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Deprivation of emotion, with knife, conversion leading to suicide.
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It's raining blood in heaven on the day of doom,
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scent of innocence turns to reek of putrefaction.
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Since the day when virgin cunt defocated the icon of weakness,
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has the lands been as verminous grave.
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Soulless and broken by profane agony.
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Struggling and yielding before insanity.
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Soulless and broken by profane agony.
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Sculptures in flesh, terrorized mind and soul filled with fathomless horror.
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This is your destiny, feel the fucking pain now!
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Close the gates for tomorrow, triumphant are we who oppose.
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Soulless And Broken
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| Thyrane |
