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oh, cursed profanated thougths of glory return to me |
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receive my every fall, my every pain and misfortune |
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and wrath will born inside you |
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stronger than sounds of bells |
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primeval instincts will wake |
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pagan brothers of our blood |
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professing to the majesty of horned evil |
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the war we'll begin |
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will be the final fall of god's flock |
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we'll have a bloodbath and covered with gore |
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we'll praise the name of the highest |
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what's you fallen god for us |
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he had leaded people to eternal slavery |
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his angels falling into night like dead swans |
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to rise never again |
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pagan around the wooden symbols |
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transmitting the power from hands to hands |
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blood for god of gods, king of kings |
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unholy master |
