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Far away is heard “Hail Satan!!”

The voices of an ancient rite

Black fire reclaims for blood

the pleasures of a twisted mind

no return in this ritual

magic power is not for weeks

force of darkness hates the light

and my existence hates my soul

my power, my blood is to burn in a pentagram

my life is nightmare, and your nightmare is your truth

I can feel your fears, my power is increased by my lord!

Intolerance is my way, death prevails…I can smell

My altar is where I feel real

from stone you can smell the death

sacrileges gives me pleasure

stench of hell is in the air

(ha ha I can smell your death…

Your destiny dies in my altar

You cant run tonight…you can hide tonight

All must to say “HAIL SATANAS!!”)

I walk down the sidewalk, don’t pass next to me

Because I am a fuckin monster and can smell your hole

I don’t care for whores because they are perverted too

Cause satan is full of glory when your hymen is TOTAL BROKEN!!

TOTAL, COMPLETE AND FUCKING BROKEEEEN!!!

YOUR STENCH AROUSES ME

I HATE YOUR EXISTENCE

When you tought it was over

I introduce me knife

You cannot believe that your god left you behind

When you start to close your eyes

I feel the work is done

the demons are celebrating

another soul for the lord