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Embodiment of Hate is are my lord,
Each of your ten horns makes war the lamb,
Blood is prize,
On war you feed,

You shall magnify above every god,
All dwell upon the earth shall worship thee,
the earth,
The all bow before,
This pain I

Here the is unreal,
eternity has a name,
The all bow before,

You lift you against those who aspire to the light,
die and the holy power will keep silent,
War is prize,
Through hell you live,

The circle of fury starts in hell and reaches earth,
Turning man against his brother till man no more,
Sorrow is prize,
Tears of blood is gift,

This I deify to the end of my days

Your Hate none alive,
divinities,
Death to who failed,
Free from the Sun they in hell,

the gates to hell,
Where you us dwell,
Free the within,
As you rots away,

Now the evil control the - the rest is dust and air,
Tormented souls of vengeance through your lips they speak
Cursed are the for they shall be blotted out,
Eyes cannot penetrate the light and darkness at at endless night,

Here the is unreal,
eternity has a name,
The all bow before,