| A Wyrm with a baselard — his arrowy sting
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| The tide… Tide of plague’s in some of these days
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| Oh Gomorrah rots! |
| And minds decompose
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| Our leprotic torsos and our rotten souls —
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| There’re no wretched souls in black yawn of hell
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| That’s doomed to corruption, avoidless bell
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| For whom called upon? |
| For whom are so sore?
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| Lets stand on the path of ruinous war!
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| Laughter flows malevolent and chthonic
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| Sitra Ahra’s so ironic
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| In the bands of agonies and torments
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| God is agonist who foments…
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| Men!
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| No mercy! |
| Waiting for revenge!
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| And in hell the time’s assigned
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| Rtribution is arranged
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| Who crossed my threshold’s lin
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| Where the arms and where the curse
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| Where the life upon the hearse?
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| Chose the path and make a vow —
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| With a sigil on a brow!
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| Come to throne of the Lord
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| Fateful to eternal flames
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| Take the Sword of Fiery Word
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| Come and cleanse the reigns!
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| By the Fire, by the Sword
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| By the Light of Morning Dawn…
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| No payment
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| Shall save you from your ene-
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| -Mystery
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| Embraced you in this world
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| Brethren of
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| Lord Samael, oh grant me
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| Hell!
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| Ebon
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| Wyrm will gnaw your filthy heart
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| Aeon
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| Waits for your delightful Mart
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| Felons —
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| Drown in Ire’s swamp of Styx
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| Saint Ones…
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| Glorify the mirth and reason
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| HAIL!
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| Flaming heat of hellish season
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| HAIL!
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| Knowledge, shining and rebirth —
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| HAIL
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| Let them fall upon the earth!
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| And behold, the temple of the tabernacle of testimony in heaven was opened.
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| And out of the temple came the seven angels having the seven plagues,
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| clothed in pure bright vest, and having their chests girded with golden bands.
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| Then one of the four living creatures gave to the seven angels seven golden
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| bowls full of the wrath of god who lives forever and ever |