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The blade of self-deception is crushed

A rotten cross is striked down (to hell)

Parables of emotional falsehoods

Putrefy in their outright impossibility

Parasatan! An ecstatic, cruel, but clear vision

Remorseless passive acceptance of reality

Parasatan! Ratified by the insane morality

Genocidal maniacs of that passionate scorn

Rip the wounds open, fall to the waters

Emerge from the black womb of death

Victorious and without a tarnish

Only the inner daemon may survive