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I have drunk the smelly christian blood of one thousand pregnant women, twisted their |
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Pitiful lifes and their souls in order to burst in the nothingness. All that I touch and |
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Contemplate must slowly perish in suffering,I am the wizard born from a blazing coal, |
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Inhabiting the tombs of the human kind!... No prayer can save you, the nights are too |
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Black for the angels, it's pointless to flee, I see where you are in the ravens'eyes, I will |
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Shred your spirit, on your face shines the cadaveric reflection, this life breathes anguish, |
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Soon the moon will light up the marble of your grave on which I will drop dispair flower... |
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The shining stars of heaven dye my icy eyes, my scorn for the mortals is rocked by the |
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Angels cries! Ravens... |
