Piercing stare of the unlord
Loathing style of the unclean lord
Planting the forest of the impaled
now to the cross I am nailed
Death comes as a companion
To be reborn to vanquish the chain of the clean ones
Achtung
Piercing stare of the unlord
Loathing the stare of the clean lord
Flush von Flusch
Blood von Blood
Von holle
The burning lies
To weak eyes
With firey rings we will decide
When to start the deicide
With sharp scyth I impale the nazarene
and place his heart upon thy altar
Now begins my war
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