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Ave, salus infirmorum, miserere nobis! |
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The wounds of bleeding are opening |
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My stigmas bleeding black |
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Wounds from the five blades, |
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of the inverdet star |
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The Devils black vomit |
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flowing from the wounds |
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The hammer of Satan |
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has struck me by its brute strength |
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Master! Guide my bands to your deeds |
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terrifying cruelties |
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for I am your spear |
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and I am your born |
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The sacred light of the Lucifer |
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Burns my skin in blisters |
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Boil my flesh in your batred |
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Let your spirit live free in me |
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Black and stabbing rhains |
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from the pentagram to my limbs |
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through the wounds of devotion |
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towards the evil divinity |
