The slaves of the Blind One that boasted himself to be the Enlightened One. For there is no centre, nay, nothing but Dispersion.
Feeble grip of sanity; relinquishing the wraith there's no more room in hell to spare for those of little faith lobotomized by clashing tongues of those who fell before raping of the cognizance just like a squalid whore
Solomonic triad in the sand; abyssmal dweller rise and give command twisted void you'll never understand; welcome to your fucking promised land
"I am I," he growls in vain; demonic entity manipulating senses with his foul chicanery Glassy eyed and cast aside, is this the truth I seek? Demonic stare, I'm unaware of my ego's own mystique
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I feed upon the names of the Most High. I churn them in my jaws, and I void them from my fundament. I fear not the power of the Pentagram, for I am the Master of the Triad. My name is three hundred thirty three. Be vigilant, for I warn thee that I am about to deceive thee.
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Guardian of empty hate, forever filled with rage Bringing forth the pox and plague; a cancer ridden age Looked down upon by higher beings, they underestimate One by one he'll castrate those who think they dominate.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
