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Rain of fire his infernal rage, the catacombs are waiting for your soul

Chains of fate in cosmic hole, on hills of Golgotha we’ll set again the cross

Blood on the soil eternal death victorious

Divus de mortuus

Slow march towards the martyrdom , his black wings opened as he flies over the litany

Listen to the lashes of the whip, the fools are mourning as the thorny wreath is crowned

Blood on the cross eternal death victorious

Nails of wisdom will pierce your hands, drops of vinegar won’t ruin your thirst

From graves with myrrh you will not rise again

Vultures and dogs will devour your rotting flesh