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Nailed to the cross while the weak |
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Overcome with grief weep and mourn |
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To pervert the mind of the following sheep sould |
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You scourge was born |
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As a shepherd of the inferior rats |
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You knew what to do |
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But spears and steel of your opponents |
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Could hurt your body too |
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As the torncrowned jester you enchanted the scum without skill |
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And now the strong ones move in for the kill |
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Smashing your face |
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Crushing your race |
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Christraping black metal to Satan gives praise |
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Breaking your bones |
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Scorning your moans |
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Your powers is ceasing with a parting groan |
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Christraping black metal |
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The daughters of satan abuses your body |
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And drool in ecstasy when you die |
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While our warriors rips the beard |
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Of your idiot father halls up high |
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Smashing your face |
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Crushing your race |
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Christraping black metal to Satan gives praise |
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Spilling your blood |
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Killing your god |
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The ripped and torn angels will bleed like a flood |
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Your cross shuld stand as a monument |
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For people to fear and obey |
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The evil truth is that your foundation |
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Is a shell made of clay |
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Scratched and torn by the devilish whores |
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Your filthy carcass will reek |
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Let us ride all the nightmares and fears of the church |
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And perish the holy and weak |
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Smashing your face |
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Crushing your race |
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Christraping black metal to Satan gives praise |
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Screams from your soul |
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As it turns black as coal |
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And falls through the pits of the abyss's black hole |
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The fallen son of god has failed |
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The ending so far away from your goal |
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And the souls of the future witch the light can't deceive |
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Their fate is written in my soul |
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Smashing your face |
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Crushing your race |
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Christraping black metal to Satan gives praise |
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Spilling your blood |
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Killing your god |
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The ripped and torn angels will bleed like a flood |
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Christraping black metal |