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Ancient Magus, wielding power of death

with the blood of sluts

Slips between planes of reality

slaughtering Heaven's mutts

Worshipping at the darkest altar of

The seven-tongued son of a bitch

The imprecations and pills

Compel us to make poor choices

It's when you've lost

All sense of dignity

He'll wrest control of your precious bits

To fuel his slampage

Blindly led into fires

Of macabre solutions

Pandering all that's been stepped on

And breaking their constitution

When the sun fails to rise

The horrors of cocaine-binge necromancy become real

Too fast for too long

The forsaken toll of bells rung umpteen times

Loathe him as he cleaves through a harlot wave

Behold, The Despoiler!

Absorbed in the their pitiful hate

He has come to pulverize and rape

Worshipping at the darkest altar of

The seven-tongued son of a bitch

The imprecations and pills

Compel us to make poor choices

It's when you've lost

All sense of dignity

He'll wrest control of your precious bits

To fuel his slampage

Beckon the Necrocodone

Opiates from the grave