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In the middle of summer

we lied cold, and in agony

enslaved and programmed souls

had tortured our free flesh

O, prophet of damnation,

let thou children come to my sanctum

between my eyes are every creation,

and underneath they'll be cursed, eternal

O, my son and my spirit on earth,

thou shalt agonize and destroy

crusades, come forth and burn the mother's womb

reaping nations, and faith in your anthem

O, my Arabian in the solitary cave,

eliminate the presence of ancestor's age

shed their blood upon your crave

then sleep and die away with rage

for I create thee to destroy

death and betrayal, I enjoy ...

A re-creation

of a fucked with a knife mind

summon the dead to testify

a moan, you summoned me,

take off reality from me

for it's painful to hold untold inside me,

they lied ... they'll do it again ... !