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Beyond the cemetery gates
A spectral soul awakes
Miasmal fog, cold as ice
With the putrid stench of Christ
It come ta haunt she
INSIDE SHE BELLY
Glorification of travesty
De art of necromancy

Behold – My Fist Are Him
Strangle – The throats of virgins
Crushed – By the Fist of the Master
Skulls – Are Christians with blood

Bust out she guts
Necrophiliactic Lust
In the country blood seeps
As he harvests human sheep

CONRAD!
He is the son of retribution
A spectral manifestation
Of odious invokation!
It come ta haunt she
INSIDE SHE BELLY
Glorification of travesty
De art of necromancy

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