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Born a night from a rotten womb. |
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Breath of terrible mournful past. |
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Fear and misery of the peoples memories |
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Waiting for the coffin lid to open. |
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With a Chalice raised to the Majesty |
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I'm his disciple and devotee. |
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I am the fist of Satan clenched |
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In rapture by the worship |
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Cursed blaze of rituals |
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The sinister black catharsis |
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Remembering the unholy chants. |
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As I scratch the wooden lid. |
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I'm the melancholic lord of torment. |
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The remains of a ruined soul. |
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Evil presence from an Empires doom |
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The raven at your funerals |
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Under the full moon |
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Tormented howling winds |
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Born a Night from a rotten womb |
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Breath of terrible mournful past. |
