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Filthy, stripped of feelings

I throw dice

Chains of madness are broken

I change the fate

Rotten crosses at crossroads

are desperately lonely

Ruins burned temples altars in oblivion

Sacred icons torn by wind, weathered

and blurred

Infirm, deadly priest in a torn habit

He brings the light In chaos

He destroys rotten rules

He makes a new order

There he comes, Lucifer

I am the chosen one, gravedigger of bodies

I am the priest, confessor of souls

Chalice of sacrifice is full of blood

Thrown dice changed the fate

Ashes and ruins, blood and sweat

Wind carries the stench of death from afar

We destroyed the old and create the new

Act of destruction is an act of creation

We are conquerors of a new world

We are liberators from shackles

We are chosen ones from rabble

You are the sacrifice on the altar of god

He brings the light In chaos

He destroys rotten rules

He makes a new order

There he comes, Lucifer