The gates of hell will open
For the demons gather your soul
And see your dead corpse
Rotting eternally
In a moribund grave
Pale idol of weakness
Fallen from grace
To suffer for us
In the most perverse ways
Now we celebrate your death
And feed from your holy flesh
The hellish guests
Of the morbid funeral
Yearn for total desecration
Of His holy kingdom of shit
Night without end
Impurity still reigns
Death without rest
His soul will burn
In hell's furnace

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