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Crush!

When I spit out the grimness with foul breath,

a massive hurricane scourges your faces

I am the terror, honor you with grievous death

and you surrender to worships and praises!

Hairless primates.

Woe thou loves, woe thou plead

speak false prayers and you'll bleed

Curse his name in your dom

Or you'll get crushed by Crom!

When your sobs pierce up my sinister clouds,

and your whimpers stirs through my haze.

I will give you gifts of bloody soaked shrouds,

and welcome your souls to my purgatory maze.

Hairless primates, your grimness feeds my hate!

Woe thou loves, woe thou plead

speak false prayers and you'll bleed

Curse his name in your dom

Or you'll get crushed by Crom!

Speak your prayer.

Crushed - by - Crom.