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With intent I shall carve out your tongue and skin

And with vengeance I will crush your dream

With pleasure I'll hear you scream

As I fill the chalice to the brim

Morbid dances of the dead

Entering inside my head

The believer of patterns of the obscene

The deliverer of pain extreme

The invocator of the dream

The grim

Morbid voices of the dead

Entering inside my head

Bringing down the crucifix

Brooding darkness from the abyss

Bruising torment, cutting teeth

Halting the apocalypse