the lord of eternal might Save us from the second coming of christ Watching as the virgin writhe in fear Drain her blood from a gasp in her throat Set fire to
mortify mankind Breath the incense mixed with blood Fill up the thurible with fresh skin Approach the altar once again Lit up the fire and carnage is a fact
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bridge: Apotheosis of morbidity In the sign of the dark and the bounds of the black Revel in the cursed morbidity Burning the church and assassinate God Apotheosis of morbidity Again we will rise and terrorize Revel in neurotic virtuosi Revel in their face and dance on their graves