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So many names have been given to me |
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For what the humans fear is versatile |
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I was born under the yoke of |
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Evil An armoured fist of |
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Satan Yes, fear me in the howls of wolves |
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Fear me in the pale moon itself |
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Where my presence is near |
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Your soul will coil with ulcers |
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Like a cancer of hate and |
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Evil I will reach for the universe |
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Infecting every church with darkness |
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Ceremony echoes to me |
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In my devotion |
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I am His weapon |
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Pointed at your feebleness |
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Throats I slit and drink the blood |
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From a chalice made of a skull |
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Beat the drums of a satanic march |
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With the human bones |
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Let be heard even in the wind |
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Satan is too strong |
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You will stand but a little chance |
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Face the death eternal |
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Spilling blood of the holy martyrs |
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Glory of the sacred war |
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In my devotion |
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I am his prophet |
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Slashing curses on the skin |
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Taste the poetry of my tormented skin |
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It's the last thing you'll know |
