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Screams of Anguish are rising in the of Brahmn,
As the cult of Tugs, prepare the for the grand godess,
Chants of allegiance panic within dementia,
WIth pride the lay waiting for theur cinsumation...

mistress of vengeance,
My love has no in space and time,
Our souls are burning drowned in sombre essence...
Ask and your request be granted by any crime... by any crime.

KALL, our time has just
KALL, seven names, Demons...
As my blood for thee, take me into the absolute paradise.

Dissected hands, tortured
set of death revealed all your magnificence,
Within the shadows, Reign from til West

the SATAN's realm or as a dominant goddess
Your are our great
In all beauty and perfection