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Walls made for Satan

Iron of Satanic Sulfur from War

The Watchers of Purtrinity

Shall all hail the rain from above

In the Cold winds of Nowhere

For Hundred of Years

I want to Know for my visions for Satan’s Hell

Where We take the shining

Onwards through a ancient forest

Following the road to The Gates

As the moon shines bright in a Stormy Night

Along the riverside of Satan’s Creek

Without A will to seek screaming Pagans

Following the leader of Judas Iscariot

No time left to go

To The Gates of The Nocturnal Moon.

Welcome to Hell…