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Unholy Love of Death to Enter the Throne of Lucifer
Tis another unholy night
In this darkened land
Of the shattered and torn
Surrounded by a lake of fire
Lucifer brings the dying light
And casts the force of dispiriting trauma
Come, master tempter of mankind
And lead the black mass
As the room is occupied
With gory, rotting bodies
Of the recent tormented
All the fucking enslaved
Who were whipped and sliced in the end
Bloody pentagrams engraved
For our sacrilegious dedication
In this dim room of the ripped and tattered
I raise my bleeding hands
To you, destroyer of worlds
With a wish for the release of the soul
To take in my serenity
Out of humanity
As there is nothing human in me
But a creature who dreams of another world
Encountered by my guided fiend
My wish will soon come true
To live perpetually
While Hell’s fires grow with a smile on me
I feel it as my blood and veins are so cold
And my skin is a dead pale
My wounds of my body drip
As I hold the weapon
Securely aimed at my temple
The infernal underground awaits my vicious arrival
As I pulled the trigger, grinning
And died praying for death by the devil’s call
In this darkened land
Of the shattered and torn
Surrounded by a lake of fire
Lucifer brings the dying light
And casts the force of dispiriting trauma
Come, master tempter of mankind
And lead the black mass
As the room is occupied
With gory, rotting bodies
Of the recent tormented
All the fucking enslaved
Who were whipped and sliced in the end
Bloody pentagrams engraved
For our sacrilegious dedication
In this dim room of the ripped and tattered
I raise my bleeding hands
To you, destroyer of worlds
With a wish for the release of the soul
To take in my serenity
Out of humanity
As there is nothing human in me
But a creature who dreams of another world
Encountered by my guided fiend
My wish will soon come true
To live perpetually
While Hell’s fires grow with a smile on me
I feel it as my blood and veins are so cold
And my skin is a dead pale
My wounds of my body drip
As I hold the weapon
Securely aimed at my temple
The infernal underground awaits my vicious arrival
As I pulled the trigger, grinning
And died praying for death by the devil’s call
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