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Offer to the great beast

Glorying his ancient blood

Is this his victory?

Two scepters sun and moon

In mouth of serpents

Condemned impure hearts

In a boned throne see

Glory eternal battle

Wait for the next sacrifice

In the sand plains

Eyes that devorate souls

Big old tusks

In his mouth thousands

Of warrior corpses

Bottom fuller of impure

Old dark castles

In your name the blood

Of the enemy

This brown sands turns

Bloody red lands

From your mystic body

A lot of serpents

Consume all human rest

In your hands decapitated heads

Thirsty of new blood

Succumb under the infinite empire

Desolation at the walk

Wisdom in my legion

That our black stock

Domain all this lost world

Their faces under my legs

Scream with their

Lips in the clay

Women ready in a exude circle

Sodomize they as a tribute to

The new millennium....................