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The spirit of disintegration entered your soul

Deprivation of salvation. An all-embracing throe

The creatures springing up from gloom ingeminate your name

All your rooms are saturated with the reek of grave

Shadows press your chest at night and you cannot sleep

The smell of sulfur from your flesh. You bellow, hoot and weep

The words of ancient evil tongues spill out of your mouth

The chilling shapes behind the windows bark and murmur loudly

Now your soul is in hell, where the demons dwell

Look in the mirror to see the symptoms of possession

Your nails are framed with clotted, blackened, filthy blood

Disfigure yourself to kill these symptoms of possession

You consume the monstrous spiders crawling in your bed

Your face is covered with the locusts, they are still unfed

While the preacher whispers prayers you spit out the pus

And you dream you strangle him with his own guts

The tortured bodies in a cellar stink in sea of gore

Inhale this odor of your crime and augment your store

Burning curtain. Broken window. Flapping leather wings

The booming steps of iron hooves. It’s time to pay for sins

Now your soul is in hell, where the demons dwell

Look in the mirror to see the symptoms of possession

Your nails are framed with clotted, blackened, filthy blood

Disfigure yourself to kill these symptoms of possession