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i´m youre nightmare, the madman

i´m back from the dead

death´s shroud lies on this place

on this holy land

do you fear my rituals

you´re doing right

can´t control my dark urge

i smell your death

christcrusher

christcrusher

christcrusher

i crush the bastard son

i shed your snow-white skin

i slice your flesh

i taste your heart, your sweet blood

and yearn for more

my hunger grows forever

as i bare my teeth

four candles light up my chamber

i´m in a trance

christcrusher

christcrusher

christcrusher

i eat the bastard son

shadows dancing on the wet walls

to a silent hum

then i´m burning your entrails

and your crown of thorns

your dead eyes are staring at me

so i rip them out

i crush your feet with a steel mace

and your stigmatized hands

christcrusher

christcrusher

christcrusher

who´s the next in line?