From the land of the lives
Runs the spirits in you
The souls are cold
For no shame the spirits and devils can do

No life, no pain
In I, my veins
The blood of mine is cold
Here lies in you...

Blood lines are thick
and so lives are short

The wicked selves are not from here
My dagger and sword collapse in me

You don't know this place...
You don't know what is this place
For I my ways, In here...

Angel:
Into the black void they enter
I see creatures
Horns up to the black sky
Slowly they creep
into the passages of eternal damnation

Devil:
Blessed are the blessed,
Cursed are the cursed
In evil we trust, and evil is true to us
Burn you pure sick vermin...

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