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Martydom and servitude |
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Psychosis of a rabid sickless brood |
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Esoteric dreams a foreign man |
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Nocturnal flush, frenzied and rude |
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Buried in a nameless grave |
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Stand up again the world to save |
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The fear of darkness and of death |
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An ormament wedge |
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Sigh by prophecy |
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Bestial thought |
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Drive me in corupt |
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Hungry belussions |
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Inseparable huminilty |
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So man I came with lance and sword |
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Lead once more the legions of lord |
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Thrill with lissome lust of light |
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Come careing out of the night |
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Ascent to the virceous circle |
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In an era of fright and terror |
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A holy document |
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Hold in hands of unknown |
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Eradication, opulence |
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And parish noise |
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Mephisto the oppressor |
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Makes me so I like to feel |
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But I cant believe its true |
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PROCELYTISM REAL |
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The day when I arrive the paradies |
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I flog my horse to the hills of violation |
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Return in my cenotaph to |
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PROCELYTISM REAL |
