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Blood Red Throne The Light The Hate

prophets A world of not yet spoken wisdom This primitive machine Eating your heart out Reincarnation I say pulverization My coffin will not exist It is eternally, it never stops You want to hate

sight The blood of pariahs through our veins Sin and Hell our mainstay, forever to remain Oh to ye wicked ones and oh to blood a reaper's song Demons

behind The dragon is rising on almighty side With hate in my mind, I will fighting his life Will fighting his life - his life Blood on my sword ,

of stone Invoke to thee, dark majesty silence told in darkness breathe Shall soak with blood in secrets told through forests dusk of putrid dreams Stained with blood

under a blood-red sky, the king still sup- press the rebellian lie. He is the one, the self-chosen son, master of the throne he rules upon. The sacred

sight. The blood of pariahs through our veins. Sin and Hell our mainstay, forever to remain. O' to ye wicked ones, an ode of blood, a reaper's song,

that shed from kindred ashes When suddenly There shone a hideous light And a voice like three insanities Soared up in thistled speech "Thou hast bred hate

of stone Invoke to thee, dark majesty silence told in darkness breathe Shall soak with blood in secrets told through forests dusk of putrid dreams Stained with blood

sight. The blood of pariahs through our veins. Sin and Hell our mainstay, forever to remain. O' to ye wicked ones, an ode of blood, a reaper's song,