| "Take, eat, t his is my body!" | |
| Peculiar hazes mist your mind over, | |
| Your faith can't control your ravings anymore, | |
| For you killed it, taking the Ostix | |
| At any grab, its resort gradually loathes you | |
| Released from your faith control, | |
| Yet inside you the battle of heaven | |
| Will not change anything | |
| Then from the chasms, your everlasting dwelling, you shall rejoin the fallen angels | |
| Form the uncertainty of your faith | |
| Only remains the gaping mouth of temptation | |
| Die on the tenterhooks, make up your mind | |
| Lured by the Holy Father your life has never been yours | |
| Peculiar hazes shall mist your reason over | |
| As long as the Ostix shall flow out in your veins, | |
| For you I bleed myself: "this is my body, drink my vein!" | |
| And you will get what only the evil can give you | |
| Your own faith, your own existence, your own death |
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