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We kneel down in the precipice

before the call of abomination

the blood explodes on the ceremony

they are introduced in me like worms.

Devastation that doesn't have neither face nor shadow

unchaining fear and death

concentrating the action of chaos

communion of perversion.

I proclaim the massacre and misery

following the course of the Archangel

Without hope and redemption

the land destined to depravity.

Under the words of the flies

masturbating ourselves with your fear

the bells of war are resounding, Genuflextion!

injecting horror upon your lost world.