When the day get
The Lord of thousand cries
The God of all great beasts
Six slaves of the horned master
And with us, four children of the night
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Mea Culpa Corpus Christi
For we have killed your son
We princes of dakrness
Rape the holy whore and destroy your kingdom
The hell will follow us, you will never know our names
With us will come the Astaroth, the producer of all pains