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May this psalmody – disclose my heinous, sinful inheritance.
Punished by God, sin by sin, hanged upon the altar of transgression.
Let this heresy – be a sign of redemption, my ultimate confession.
Hear the trumpet's glorious blow, see the horns through black seed grow!
Grant me thy punishment, through pain am I blessed.
Judge me inferior - Hallelujah!
May this liturgy – transform thy canon to black incantations.
Behold thy lord genuflecting in tongues, fallen into trance, and once more crucified!
Let this legacy – shine like a torch of memories of freedom.
Sanctimonious burning divinity – live on through me as my new blood!
Mors stubebit, et natura.
Cum resurget, creatura.
Judicanti, responsura...
Principles of doubt makes thee blind.
Thus the serpent whispers the tongues of "doubt"?
Grant me thy punishment, through pain am I blessed.
Judge me inferior - Hallelujah!
Principles of doubt makes thee blind.
Thus the serpent whispers the tongues of "doubt"?