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Pretenders to the throne kneel before him,

appalling wretched demon king.

Praise be to us his children,

spawns of evil's reckoning.

Doomed from the inception,

claiming fire as our home.

Licked by flames our steel grows stronger,

to be forged in hate forevermore.

A hellish scorn quickly,

approaches violent climax.

Infernal legions,

the time nears when we'll strike.

The shadows serving,

to enshroud us our blackened hearts.

Those forgotten looming,

just beyond their sight.

The blood of pariahs,

through our veins.

Sin and Hell our mainstay,

forever to remain.

O' to ye wicked ones,

and o' to blood, a reaper's song.

Demons born of man's sickest desire,

those of the darkness spawned.

Fires of Hell,

I stoke thee high,

through the open gates,

ever so wide.

Bury me in sin!

The daggers have been raised,

now let's begin!

The margins of sanity blur into night,

as one we'll move beyond the light.

Murder effortlessly without a tear,

our motives to them never clear.

Damn this liars' world,

we are the truth you've all awaited.

Impaling holy fallacy,

the filthy blood of christian seed.

Akin to the looming serpent,

we've patiently anticipated.

The time to rise is upon us!

My lord, I kneel before you,

now paint me bloody red.

Bathing in blasphemy,

I beat the path that's traveled less.

The forgotten, your minions,

our souls of black.

We are thousands in the darkness,

waiting to attack.

Infernal legions,

their heads shall be your prize.

Trophies to our dominions,

of conquests only fantasized.

O' to ye wicked ones,

and o' to blood, a reaper's song.

Demons born of man's sickest desire,

those of the darkness spawned.

Fires of Hell,

I stoke thee high,

through the open gates,

ever so wide.

Bury me in sin!

The daggers have been raised.

The dance of death,

she's a sweet one.

To our victory we will drink!