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

Vehement of vengeance,
My has no limits in space and time,
Our are burning drowned in your sombre essence...
Ask and your request will be by any crime... by any crime.

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

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

Under the SATAN's realm or as a goddess
Your are our monstrosity
In all it's and perfection