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Ancient Black Funeral

sign Oh hail Satan, yes hail Satan Lay down your swords, the evil star It's a black funeral She was a victim of my coven Open the black box on the

Powers from the East And Mysteries of the Deep I command in Anubis' Names: "Thou shalt arise!" Der Tod kommt auf leisen Schwingen In these ancient Funeral

will be the beginning of iron holocaust Evil enters the skies for the return of sodomy Black snow covers the horde of Christ Winterwinds destroy Jehovah's palace Ancient

wretched dogs from whence they came.. I hath fathered hypocrisy.. I feel their gaze upon me Eyes of freezing fire Burning of funeral pyre The aura

keeper of the city keys Put shutters on the dreams. I wait outside the pilgrim's door With insufficient schemes. The black queen chants the funeral march

of the blackness that is coming The gloomy strokes of the sentence Freeze the heart of the enemies That ever feared the prelude's Night The reopening of the Black

black, whilst we mortals must confine ourselves to the more pedestrian inner spectrum. Primal primary colours. We are the band playing in front of the funeral

MOON... GREAT SWORDMASTER RULE! Between the waves of the raging sea echoes of warcries and battle hymns the underworld's armies found their ancient queen the funeral

[Chorus x2: Remedy] (The book of life in today's event) Stop, look, listen, read (The book of life in today's event) Think, feel, move, breathe [Remedy] Chronologically, ancient