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In the forest of the ghosts

Terrors from the underworld

Have arisen

I stand as their master

My blackend throne of evil

Crowned with the skull of common souls

I conquer life

I am coldhearted divinity

Nothing stands in my way

Feeble spirits beg for mercy

Those impure of heart

Perish!

My claws are deep in christian soil

Deep in empty body shells

Immortal power

Unsurpassable

I slay all the weak

FIERCE with hatred in my eyes

HATRED! FIERCE! EVIL! PERISH!

THE WEAK MUST FALL!