Ripping christians carrion
Destroy false enemies
Time will reveal truth
And holy death
Possessed in my eyes
Pure hate in my heart
Sword in my heands
Poisioned blood on it
Glory, total torment
Glory, holy death
Slaying is art
I'm connoisseur
Eternal war enemies and pain
It will send them soul for hell
From total hate is my throne
Blood floats after which
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