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Impetuous souls trample the cross
Impetuous souls trample the cross

An ancient curse corrupts this land,
Arid and impregnated of blood,
When the sorcery was hunted
And Christianity forced his Seal of Opulence

“Mundus est diaboli et diabolus;
Mundus est diaboli et diabolus”.

A land controlled by the darkness,
Blackened by a malediction;
Raided by Teutonic inquisitors,
Sealed in a dark church.

They didn’t knew the darkness cannot be stopped.
Damnation don’t come from netherworld
And Satan is in us all.

They didn’t knew the darkness cannot be stopped.
Damnation don’t come from netherworld
And Satan is in us all.

They though to destroy of conceal malicious presences;
They thought to stop the black fire of blasphemy.
Under a rain of sorrow,
Under a cross-shaped tombstone.

“Mundus est diabuli et diabolus”

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