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Satan's Fabrica

Come on lord
Enchant my gore...
Working hard
matched them...
The insanity of Christian heads
Scorn by happiness
This is my job
Condemned, drown in pleas

If I would have your power... Satan!!!
I wouldn't have any impediment
If I would be the boss... of hell
You have to fear my revenge
What is the price that I must give?
Just by to see my enemies suffer
I have the justice in my hands,
For you punish the evildoers,
To take to i dig my work.

Incoherence miserable essence
From bastards their own raze
mother fuckers being that came
To irrupt into our minds
To teach their fashion shit
Whit chomps, caps and
unnecessary sings
To teach the
occident shit
To shitting onto
the truly Death Metal

Come on, Fuckers, all
Feel my scorn
against you
Come on, posers, all
Satan lord , destroy them

Come on, Fuckers, all
Feel my scorn against you
Come on, posers, all
This is our insane butchery

Venom
Hellhammer
Bathory

God bless you all
The purity Satanism's

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