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Conceived in primordial excrement

Born to inflict the world

With living death that flows through my veins

But not before I obtain my goal

All paths lead to carnage

Disfigurement, contorted muscles and disease

Manipulated cerebral and bodily functions

Controlled by my will as you’ll soon see

I am the lord of gore

Fall down onto your knees

In pain, you’ll give me praise

My Bliss, you’re suffering

I will now anoint thee

With the mark of my monarchy

Now enslaved to serve me

Walk the path; spread the affliction, destroying all of humanity

I will mutate everything in my path

Ordaining with boils and sores

Necrotic flesh, Orgasmic ecstasy

Pustulous rot, disfigured destiny

“The God Of Sickness”

Scabs are my manna and fecal sludge is my wine

Baptized in Pus now fall onto your knees

With every follower, my power shall rise

My putrid legion of hate, ensures that I will survive

Fading memories of what was once life, is now only a dream

Baptized in pus, now fall onto your knees...