From the abode of demons, a wing of the pentagram
Comes the juice of God that painted my heart and my soul
Swept in black they are, swept in black I am
From this soul comes eyes that will look upon your ten
Beautiful heads with delight
My heart is the one that will tend to your flames
And make them mine, we share this spirit, my heart is yours
I am your disciple and therefore my own
Your weapon I will be with the demons that possess me
We'll ride the seven sins of death
That takes me to Katharian
The sign of your horns is my dearest vision
They impale all, all holy and weak
Land
You watch me face the mirror and see the desecration
With my art, I am the fist in the face of God
You watch me face the mirror and see desecration, no
With my art, I am the fist in the face of God
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