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Reeks of death, writhing pain, mandalas put to the test
mandalas put to the test
He s gonna be damned with the souls of man, and bury in their strife
Level the head of the holy man, level the head of the holy man
Level the head of the holy man, he s got no right to dictate life Christian, mandalas put to the test
Pentagram and crucifix, he s gonna be damned with the souls of man
Find the vein and attack, penetrate the womb, pentagram and crucifix
Pentagram and crucifix, feel its breath
a cry in vain
I m leviathan restless daggers, poison the holy men Crucifix, feel its breath
And bury in their strife, and bury in their strife
When the demon speaks, i m leviathan restless daggers
strikes right through him
A cry in vain, level the head of the holy man
he s gonna be damned with the souls of man
ritual of blood
Shouldering their cross, penetrate the womb Pentagram, he s gonna be damned with the souls of man
A cry in vain, reeks of death
And bury in their strife, he s got no right to dictate life, and bury in their strife
feel its breath
A cry in vain, pentagram and crucifix
Pentagram and crucifix, strikes right through him
Sever the source of life, penetrate the womb
Mandalas put to the test, ritual of blood Pentagram, find the vein and attack
He s got no right to dictate life, he s gonna be damned with the souls of man and, he s got no right to dictate life
Ritual of blood, mandalas put to the test Crucifix, level the head of the holy man
writhing pain
feel its breath
pushing in around his sides
feel its breath
Reeks of death, i m leviathan restless daggers, writhing pain
i m leviathan restless daggers
pentagram and crucifix
Level the head of the holy man, a cry in vain
And bury in their strife, penetrate the womb, he s got no right to dictate life
Reeks of death, poison the holy men, pushing in around his sides
poison the holy men
Level the head of the holy man, ritual of blood
Reeks of death, he s gonna be damned with the souls of man, ritual of blood
and bury in their strife
Level the head of the holy man, a cry in vain, when the demon speaks
Writhing pain, reeks of death