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Engulfed in a shroud of rotten blood.

Even Christ lies in blasphemy.

The son of God is dead, the God of the sons is dead!

Crosses fall in ashes, to dust of time.

Feel the wrath of Angels.

Lascivious stench and misery.

In the circle of Death you are,

surrounded by the spawn of perversion.

Your mind reflects the dreams insane.

Immemorial cries of the forsaken.

Sleep forever in your hole, your castle, your crypt.

Every thought has disappeared.

Every breath is forgotten.

Your God shall not hear you.

Your sins are forlorn memories in the void.