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A Church In RuinLooming shape against the sky, the ruin of a churchcrumbling walls of decay, rotten wood painted black Within these walls the Devil holds his mass, souls and minds to the yawning black Abyss Faces without eyes, they congregate in the chapel to pray The priest of death starts the Lord Satan's mass Asmodeus... Baal-zebub... Astaroth... Our souls are yours to take, Burn Kneeling down in front of the Goat and Mendes, Burn a pentagram into the flesh of the child The time has come for souls to be burned seperate the flesh, The fire awaits Venerate the Lord of Flies invert the ways of the Lord invoke the names of the Beast Offerings of flesh and blood, screams of pain throw wide the gate The swallowed souls fall to Hell, denied the grace of the Holy Angels Lucifer, Lord of Light welcomes his children into the kingdom of fire Even in death there is no escape Sink down through the layers of the black slime of despair The ritual is done and all that now remains is The rotten stench of burned innocent flesh |