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oh, cursed profanated thougths of glory to me
receive my fall, my every pain and misfortune
and will born inside you
stronger sounds of bells
primeval instincts will
pagan brothers of our
professing to the of horned evil

the war we'll
will be the fall of god's flock
we'll have a bloodbath and covered with
we'll praise the of the highest
what's you god for us
he had leaded to eternal slavery
his angels falling into night like dead
to rise again

around the wooden symbols
transmitting the power from to hands
for god of gods, king of kings
unholy