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Nocturnal
His twilight has now
As the shadow will fall
This hellish well will be cast upon...Forced all

Drain the veins of his lifeblood...Crush the hope of his
Leave his ashen body for the worms...Drowning the vision of his
Suffocate the thought of his

For our legion has now
The throne of
The seeds of truth have now been
God die alone

We vomit forth the chaos...Our uncontrolled
to my truth...Your death will be our conquest
Praying as you fall...Into the void of

May you live in
Suffer in the that we created
The of all lies...Thorned fools demise

Whipped your back...Rush of deliverance
Stabbing your breast...This dagger shall deliver
Cyanide blast into your veins...We the life of their holy reign
Our nation is to cause you unrelenting

May you in torment
Suffer in the that we created
The of all lies...Thorned fools demise

Choosing the one with the horns
The one with black wings proudly
Across the you've wandered upon
See momments of faith...Charred
In Satan we trust...Satan, Satan, Satan,

Salt rubbed your wounds
Stagger through the of impiety
Spit drips from your shell
Humilated before the few

Drain the of his lifeblood...Crush the hope of his believers
his ashen body for the worms...Drowning the vision of his love
Suffocate the of his reprisal

Let the swine, god, be disgraced
Crawl unto me on hands and knees
Rush of deliverance...Relive this act of
Unfurl your pain to me...Suffering is destiny

We vomit forth the chaos...Our uncontrolled
Succumb to my truth..Your death be our conquest
Praying as you fall...Into the void of

May you live in
Suffer in the that we created
The kind of all lies...Thorned fools

Whipped upon your back...Rush of
Stabbing your breast...This dagger shall deliver
Cyanide blast into your veins...We cease the life of their reign
Our nation is to cause you pain

May you in torment
Suffer in the that we created
The kind of all lies...Thorned fools

Choosing the one with the horns
The one black wings proudly soars
Across the path you've wandered
See momments of faith...Charred
In Satan we trust...Satan, Satan, Satan,