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crimson tide of death

lapping at the shores

melting with the frost

satan smiles at me

he speaks my name

he calls me to the forest

he calls me to the winter

he calls me to take my hatchet

and strike the children of jerusalem

vengence shall be mine -delay-

i sharpen my axe on the edge of satans power

it makes it cut through inpurity like an unstoppable wave

i am supreme -delay-