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Do I look so profanum to be judged by the eye of ignorant?,

An epitaph of passion wrote on pure venom,

Exquisite and disgusting it is your illumination,

Blinded by fog showing a humble Satan.

Do I look so charming to appear a serpent dead skin?,

Be haunted by the laughing memory of regret and dispassion.

Crawler! Maggot of dead body, desecrated in oblivion,

Howls will be our mockery, Howls will be my mockery!!!

Crawler! Maggot of dead body, desecrated in oblivion,

Howls will be our mockery, Howls will be my mockery!!!

Yet I’m not true and everlasting nightmare.

They settle and unrestly wait,

But sometimes before dawn,

The Leviathan remains below,

With a smerk on his face,

Because he knows,

His black seed is in that place.

Before Chronos was born the great battle begun,

A quarter of million of them all,

Look the dark path and never look back

Molok, Azrael, Abdief and Lucifer sublime icons of war,

Create thou kingdom far away form the great void.

Do I look so profanum to be judged by the eye of ignorant?,

An epitaph of passion wrote on pure venom,

Exquisite and disgusting it is your illumination,

Blinded by fog showing a humble Satan.