Through the Heavens above in the azure sky
It is my
There is a house upon the hill
From which this story
You never wondered how witches fly
Hobgoblins chant in the dead
Long talons
Razor sharp teeth
Thick fur
Giant wings
Deep red eyes
Hunger
Black B
You have fallen now
From the hand of God
Come to my
Lacerations contusions of the face
Asphyxiation suffocation of a race
Transforma
Hole for your coffin
Place your body in a box
Lower you
Satan your father
Has summoned you to die
The worms of rot
On
Earth is sick All life dies
There's no hope for mankind
Sadness
I will be the one you want
And you will worship
Blood clots limbs rot
Body decays to slime
Hate grows dead know
When
You have sinned unholy death to us all
Followers grow all
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