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Without the spirit of blood and its hissing voice

The flesh would just be a shell, a world without end

But verily we did not submit to a fate imposed by tyranny

We have the fire of awareness and the will to step on the thorny path

Beneath the red arch of desolate night a scorpion sting pierced the heart

Flowing poison of war and power we crush the locks of god

Lucifer the prince is calling, now my heart burns as his torch

through the fire goes our way and everything from God burns away

I'm not a ghost but spirit, one with the brightness of the night

The world is now behind us when we march towards nothingness

Ad honorem Satanam Veritatis