I feel the pure blow of anger,
Until flesh and skin licks from my body.
Makes my warm blood boil.
Until it evaporates and escapes to the outside.
Freed from the Fall,
My old life dies,
Burns up in the rain of ash.
Pain is my religion
It remains tamed for eternity.
12 monsters,
12 people,
and so I pray to that one,
the One, the True,
the God of Cruelty.
Oh those cries,
so sweet in their agony,
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looked greetings at death.
.........
has etched deep into my heart,
so I pray with spirit and hatred,
the only true one,
the God who speaks from the veins.
The God who speaks from the veins.
I'm much too cold,
Can no longer serve death.
But before my spirit fades away,
I want to feel the flames.
And before my spirit perishes,
The world will atone for its deeds .
12 naked bodies
laid out in the moonlight.
One of them is myself,
Ready to go to hell.
Ready to go to hell.
12 crosses,
12 people,
12 crosses.
.................
cleanses us from life,
freed from everything earthly,
show us the right path.
12 crosses,
12 people,
chosen to serve,
the one, the true ,
the god of cruelty.
Oh these screams,
so sweet in their agony,
rolling over,
gazing death in greeting.
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