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Bring us the filth of your reign

Let them see on my skin

I have chosen faith

I will do what it takes

To make them see your light

The end of life

Torture will claim it’s rightful place

Upon the minds

Of the maggots who want to rule over all what they see

Lack of respect, shaded sight

Will begin to rise

Your throne made of bones

To rule over who is still alive

Joy will be gone

Fear of my name lives in the hearts

Your unstoppabe self-destruction laid

The foundations of my kingdom

Bring us the suffering

We will end your celebration

The worship of closed mindedness

We will bring you the pain you deserve

The will of, will of our lord

The flesh of my brethren

Is constructed by hate

And scorn sitting in the heart of his

And the joy we all feel for serving

The only one

Set your eyes upon me

Let me embrace your darkness

I shall bring them your message

Unfold your arrival