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Behold the child of doom stands before you

Keep him in your arms

Haunt with him your soul

Pain is sweet like cold soft rain

Lust is creeping through my veins

"kneel” i say to my slaves

Pray and hope you will be saved

Pain – sometimes we feel alone

Hate – sometimes our heart is stone

Sloth – we are the tongue of christ

Cruel fate

Pale – we are a race undead

Greed – the angels dressed in red

Shred – sometimes regret is dead

The race that bleed

Behold a prince of sins kneels before you

Forgive him

Molest him

Enslave his cyan matter