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God is dead in my gloomy depth. The darkest of angels cuts the perishable strings of faith and fate, into pieces of inevitable horror. My mind is surrounded by his firy breath, as he soars up and proclaims a timeless period behind the imagination of human beeing, holding high the new banner of burning fury - Black Ritual.
The higher he rises, the brighter it burns, and lights the way to those who have been touched by the flames, the blackest of hearts. A divine creature breeds in my gloomy depths.
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My mind's above the bastards creation
The voice speaks free in this endless tower
The pentagramm burns on my skin
And strength is mine is this dark hour
The flames devour the divine order
A grand chaos is spreading within
I lift it up and tear it apart
Whats left is none but natures sin
The adrenaline flows and fills my body with entire conviction
I fly into the night and shed the blood of those who have been kept warm by nothing else
I curse the crawling worms
living in a lie,
I despice their senseless existence
get up and die
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