''Crows and bones,snakes and wine
Creepy dwarfs,a darkened sun
Our final shot, to rip these nuts
we'll cook their gut, in a filthy pot!!
Our great praise for black pope
we'll poison them, we'll kill their hope
Satan will rule, with his ogres
We don't escape, we're not posers
A bloody dagger,a black cloak
We'll butcher god,we'll burn his throne
We'll burn his heaven.we'll make it hell
We'll raise our flag, we'll ring our bell
We'll chain his sons,Moses and Christ
Our Triple six, inverts his cross!''
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