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To love at black mysticism

Lead us for the dark mantle

Paganism in the dark forest and everlasting caverns

There impregnate the black spirits on the midnight

Arranging inside me, on the appearance

The sacrament of the demoniac divinity...

On my mind journey the black visions fullhate

Suffer and melancholy

Rejoicing on my true Satan god

King of the black mysticism

I hilt sword

I use for follow you curse

Towards my victory

To like the feel

More forces

Full of those ones

Forest,

Winters,

Caverns,

Torment,

Human Souls

And the only fire

That burn on myself

Demoniac in the extreme! Hell dark

Dominating in if my elements of that

I am destruction and, I am torment, power, darkness and

I am

Satanas emperor