Far from these lands Where gods mercy dosen't reach where the of the jew shepherd have forgotten cremated in the flame of hatred
There the love for Adams children ceased to exist and withered away The shadow has build his kingdom and a new black God risen to his glory
We are the black arrow poisoned by the snake aimed at holy dove from the bow of the fallen angel
The ritual of cursing life we drink the rotten blood, from the skull of gods creation with death of believers of Christ in our minds
In the stench of the dead rats Your burning piety cooled Your belief is faltering and once you denial your god...
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