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Pray to the old god for your blood to flow free

Satanic wrath for your mortal pride has blinded you to the path

Eternal hell will descend upon your kin for transgression you have made

One thousand earthly suns could not equate the light that will burn your soul asunder

An eternity of pain unleashed onto you for the final days are here

Cursed is your blood which i''ll spill upon this altar in sacrificial rites

Old gods laugh as your feeble christ cries at the destruction of his flock

Nighttime sky alive with cries of pain and sorrow as angels burn like candles

The blood of their wings as wax upon the earth, the final days are here