See the storm forth
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like the dancing Flames of immortal Fire
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Feel them burn Thy Soul
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Now enter Purgatory!
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Oh Scorpion in Azazel's haunted Realm
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with deadly Sting fulfill our Lust
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May Thou find the beating Hearts in their Breasts
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Woe to Thee - but where to flee?
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There is no Place to hide
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from the Seed of Evil
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Horned Entity, carry our Sins with Pride
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as we shall do in that star-filled Night
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when Babalon's Resurrection is gloriously set to be held
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Born again from Scarlet Woman's precious Womb
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as Insignium of Hate
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Woe to Thee - but where to flee?
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There is no Place to hide
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from the Seed of Evil
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Sand licks the Blood not less than seven Times
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My damned Children they awake
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from a Sleep that seemed eternally
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Whilst Desert's pestilential Winds
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spread from the East
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Nine-headed Hydra's Disease
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to crawl the Holy Lands
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"Thou shall be Feast for the Worms!"
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My Breed, these Harbingers of Death
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on destinuous Wings do ride
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Captured Souls are a mortal Meal
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consumed with deepest Delight
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consumed by the Seed of Evil
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Seed of Evil
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Ancient Ceremony |