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Watain

Feel the coming of a storm Of wrath burning red as blood Thundering forth With poison in veins and death in the eyes Under banners as mirrors reflecting

From the vaults below the deserttemple To the throne among the stars In the hearts of us, your children, oh divine luminary Thou shineth! Like sunbeams

No less real than those whose voices echoes through the starless abyss No less cruel their nature, no less harmful their intent Of sinful seed, of soiled

Created by them Yet reborn through Him Blessed from life and lie For the cunts that are licked By your gentle tounges Are raped and cursed to die

Bow for me, inferior I demand you in the name of the horns For I am the one To bring the demise of the bearer of thorns You who's father so pityful

Spawn of the darkest evil divine A creation of the holy womb Step aside for lord Sathanas His fist so deep within A servant am I and in flesh am I

All ysop burnt, all fruits are poisoned Zaddik failed and Zebaoth lost, The lambs are banished, the temple is soiled March on white ruin, infernal

And all that is holy, holy shall be... Let the light bless and let these words proclaim the blessing. Let the seal be broken and let the light prevail

: There is a place beyond the dreamworlds, Past the womb of night, Lying in wait beyond the barriers of light, Shunned by the living, cursed by the dead