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"I do that rather well, don't you think?"
Ahh
Capricornus Rex in tenebris, I long
To feel the dark caress of your cloven hooves
I seek the loving warmth of your anus as I
Place my worshipful lips about your teats
We hate, and so we gather
By the light of the moon
The art of veneficium
This we learned from you
To make them grieve in their lord
Their redeemer in flames
Fanned by the scorn of the children
Who now curse his name
Sire of sin
You embody me
Undivine
To you we congregate
None so vile
Your magnificent
Crown of horns
Inspires deeds maleficent
Destroy the parasite
Destroy the parasite
Destroy the parasite
Destroy Jesus Christ
They'll crawl in their perdition
The righteous will be lost
Where gutted angels lie fucked
Beneath the funeral cross
We'll dig them a mass grave soon
And bring to their knees
Those who would have rescinded
The laws of disease
Crown of horns
"The children have turned"
The cherubs wail
As anti-cross triumphs
Where the cross has failed
Hell-spawned majesty, we eagerly await
The advent of the next millennium
When you will return with a swarm from beyond
To claim your carnal lost dominion
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