Southeast from the palace of god Amongs the fire torrid wastelands of Sheol Where the tower of Baphomet stands Sorrounded by the oceans of insanity and terror Obscure and cruel messages Tormenting spiritual radiation Causing the legions of the Dead to arise And have the power over the living
Fallen cradle to crack the Earth open I call to Thee! I kneel to Thee! Heed my prayers mighty One Invocate from the bowels of nailed messiah Rise to flare out with darkness The One wear the Serpent's crown The one wear the Serpent's crown Rise to flare out of dark Followers of the primeval sin dogma Burning in ashes piece by piece Suicide is the best way to stay alive In the time of no time Age of mourning has come The conquest is granted when the black Sun shines When you awake the Earth ends in fire
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