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The Voice of Hell
Here she rises
From the pits of hell
Mistress of the shadows
Clothed in Satan’s veil
Her words like fire
Storm from her tongue
She summons every demon
She calls each one by name
“Yahweh! Yahweh!” Chants the beast
They sit down for the feast
Heaven trembles at her voice
They bow down at her feet
We know her reign has come
Darkness will arise
No angel ever dared deny
God cannot defy
Every damned thing will live
Every holy thing will die
She whispers “I will make things right”
Hell will win tonight
From the pits of hell
Mistress of the shadows
Clothed in Satan’s veil
Her words like fire
Storm from her tongue
She summons every demon
She calls each one by name
“Yahweh! Yahweh!” Chants the beast
They sit down for the feast
Heaven trembles at her voice
They bow down at her feet
We know her reign has come
Darkness will arise
No angel ever dared deny
God cannot defy
Every damned thing will live
Every holy thing will die
She whispers “I will make things right”
Hell will win tonight
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