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By the light of the moon,

and the beings of the night.

A curse has been laid upon us,

to seek and tear celestial gloss to pieces.

By the power of death,

and the shadow of the reaper.

A call has been brought upon us,

to complete the infinite fall of heaven.

Without the wit or will to end this journey,

we continue travelling towards our faith.

Harvesting helpless Christian spirits,

raping the sanctity of saints.

The heavenly father is streching his hand,

pathetically begging for mercy.

We spit and piss on his sacred flesh,

as we breathe the breath of the unholy.

For with the sign of the pentagram,

hellfire rage is for us to come.

As we shall wander the pit,

unhallowed by the infernal one.

We are forever captured,

by the embrace of death.