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Say I could make a perfect world. By playing God and singing songs. Everyone would clap along. And I’d be gone without a trace. The source of misery is infused in flesh and bone. And all these horrid
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To the sound of the monstrance clock. Air is cleansed, assembled flock. Black candles burn, all minds aligned To the sound of the monstrance clock. Air is cleansed, assembled flock. Black candles
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Belial, Behemoth, Beelzebub. Asmodeus, Satanas, Lucifer Belial, Behemoth, Beelzebub. Asmodeus, Satanas, Lucifer Since dawn of time the fate of man is that of lice. Equal as parasites and moving wit
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This grave hill stinks of death. A reek from the ground. Catches whiff of the hound. A dead one's breath. The casket lid is cold. Waiting inside. Is someone petrified. That odor's old His body
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Through scapes of murmur. Noisy walls of sound. Without a starlit night. Shores are nowhere to be found. On seas of wonder. Ye confused strays. Without a guiding light. You see no ways Into the
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Unholy. Is the lust in your eyes. "Blasphemous". Would not suffice Perverted. Are your wishes and dreams. Tanning in Lucifer's beams Per Aspera Ad Inferi. Per Aspera Ad Inferi. Per Aspera Ad In
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Il Padre. Il Filio. Et Lo Spiritus Malum. Omnis Caelestis. Delenda Est Anti Cristus. Il Filio De Sathanas. Infestissumam
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You - wanna swim with the sharks. And if they tear you apart. Then it is what it is, said you don't' wanna live. Soft You - light a smoke in the bar. Like they know who you are. It was pressed in
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Over on your island, counting your clocks. Moments move to months you're living like this too long. Into every evening, people dress up. Celebrating something let's invite everyone Coming last call
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Profaner of the vices, a simple charlotten. Inflaming puerile minds with the guilt of sin. Imaginations fed to children, it has served me well. That the bowels of the earth hides the pits of hell I
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Verse 1. I've been running around. like an un-kept kid. Trying to remember. the things I did. If I went too far. I hope it doesn't do me in Cause they tell me a man. is just a sum of his parts.
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All the ghosts are sitting in their trees. Quietly they're singing to me. Some slow soul song forgetting the words. Like long last names or lessons I've learned But I swear that you could never tel