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​Heathen


Satan (Rheese)
You dare stand before me
Samael, filthy heathen

Samael (Mark)
I have come to spill your blood
And stop your reign of terror my dark lord
I'll gaze you in your sadist eyes and punish you for your crimes
Satan, did the father not tell you the price of authority?

Satan (Rheese)
I am certain the extent of the power I possess
The burning desire that is my being, the feeling of unrest
The gripping darkness will take hold, my servant
The longer you stare into my soul

I, equipped
This sword of vengeance for my enemy
Butchering the seed of justice in his resting place
Pray to me or perish
Just like them you will tremble at the sight
When I stand tall you will fall to your knees
Panic will set in and the fight in you will cease
When my corruption calls you will bow your head in defeat
And find a sense of calm in the endless screams

Samael (Mark)
Fragments of my soul change as you speak to me
Infecting my very being, burning all who speak my name
Now I see, evil prevails over God's purity

Satan (Rheese)
I am the new lord of life
And now you will repeat after me

Samael (Mark)
I, equipped
This sword of vengeance for my enemy
Butchering the seed of justice in his resting place

Both
Looking upon such a sight to see
The subservient monkeys now lay prone at my feet
In worship of me

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