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Victims cry, thier godlly scream will not restrain the death
Faceless head of disfigured souls,
It is high time they took thier last breath
Primal maze of suffering,
Now they know the way Hate works
No regrets, this world of s**t
it is a faith that they deserved
Transfiguration of souls
Merging into the dark ancient force
Blood is the thing he demands
Cause lord is avenger of the dead
Grasp your chance of resurection
Turn your mind to the dark direction
Join the war without hesitation
Show your all determination
Christians sign, the holy cross we turn it upside down
Sacrilege, we want to destroy the reign we dispise
Confinement of the holy man-we will bring them to heel
Our drive is to enter the hell and feel what daemons feel