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I deny you oh god of quartered foul kindness
I embrace you cause oh sparkling darkness god
Burn oh my blade as a message delivered to the skies
Flow oh my blood as a pact delivered to limbs
I pledge allegiance to the dark-angel and his court
I promise death to the innocent and his kingdom

I work towards my task in my church womb
I purify your body, my sister, with my diabolical rod
The soiled osteen is the lost virginity symbol
Your head on this stake, an offering to my god

“better is worts to die in pleasure than to live in pain!”

Heretic, i am an heretic
Unfaithful among faithful
Healthy among saints
Emaciated soul, am i!

My wife, my life, my liked
My son, my blood, my flesh
I will never be able to forgive then
I will never be able to forget you

“better is worts to die in pleasure than to live in pain!”

And the greatest force of the devil
Is to make others believe that he doesn’t exist!