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For I am what guided you through the misty forest

For it was I whose temptation

Brought you to do a sinful deed

For I am the one you shall now bow to

For it was I who was the father of your seed

These voices will be heard

For thousands of years

I was what you felt

When your black candles burned to liquid

I was what you smelled

When your incense burned to ash

I was what you saw

In the flashes and peeks of your bad trips

For it was my very presence you felt

At the black mass

The hand that lit the flame is what ignited me

And the candle in between is the link to my world

The embryo within the chosen whore is

The child born of sin who

Turns the skies into war...