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He who walked down the dreaded aisle,
Who kissed the cross and hailed thy king
But was never forgiven,
Hears the utter silence under a forgotten moon.
Seemingly placid beauty, masked in the night,
Entrances the gothic angels scream
Amidst the passage of fire.
Those who prayer feel the sacred silence...
Spreading wings wide open,
Final breath ushered.
In Satanail's words:
"On Earth as it is in Heaven."
Lay thy whores on silver caskets.
Desecration, dust of the west wind.
Sharpen thy swords under blackened skies
And meet the Maker's hand.
Satan's white gail...
The Final Nightmare.
Caress thy rotting virgins with the goats,
Those dancing erotically.
Sliced into the pentacle and raped of dignity,
Thy Holy Cross, locked to mental doom,
Fails to spite the bloodline.
God alone shall bleed the sky
Through the holes imprinted in Cain's eyes,
And though the beast rests in eternal ice,
Satanail had a son too...