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To the sound of the monstrance clock. Air is cleansed, assembled flock. Black candles burn, all minds aligned To the sound of the monstrance clock. Air is cleansed, assembled flock. Black candles
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Belial, Behemoth, Beelzebub. Asmodeus, Satanas, Lucifer Belial, Behemoth, Beelzebub. Asmodeus, Satanas, Lucifer Since dawn of time the fate of man is that of lice. Equal as parasites and moving wit
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This grave hill stinks of death. A reek from the ground. Catches whiff of the hound. A dead one's breath. The casket lid is cold. Waiting inside. Is someone petrified. That odor's old His body
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Through scapes of murmur. Noisy walls of sound. Without a starlit night. Shores are nowhere to be found. On seas of wonder. Ye confused strays. Without a guiding light. You see no ways Into the
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Unholy. Is the lust in your eyes. "Blasphemous". Would not suffice Perverted. Are your wishes and dreams. Tanning in Lucifer's beams Per Aspera Ad Inferi. Per Aspera Ad Inferi. Per Aspera Ad In
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Il Padre. Il Filio. Et Lo Spiritus Malum. Omnis Caelestis. Delenda Est Anti Cristus. Il Filio De Sathanas. Infestissumam
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Profaner of the vices, a simple charlotten. Inflaming puerile minds with the guilt of sin. Imaginations fed to children, it has served me well. That the bowels of the earth hides the pits of hell I
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You know that the fog is here omnipresent. When the diseaser sees no cure. You know that the fog is here omnipresent. When the intents remain obscure. Forevermore Weave us of mist. Fog weaver. H
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(Iak - Iak - Iak - Iak - Iak - Iak - Sakkak) You're so free that's what everybody's telling me. Yet I feel I'm like an outward-bound, pushed around, refugee Something's wrong, got a feeling that I do
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Ghuleh. Ghuleh Ghuleh. Ghuleh Putrefaction. A scent that cursed be, under cold dark dust From the darkness. Rise a succubus. From the earthen rust Hyiistea, once a majesty. Now exposing bone. F
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I am the one who preys on weak I offer everything they seek. And I am the one who comes richly endowed. Harvesting crops of fields that others have plowed I am the one, lascivious I am the son of on
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