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Blood Red Throne Come Death

will, will demanding a kill. Your blood shall be shed, my steel you will dread. Insanity reigns as I rip off your head. Into the abyss of death you will

dark, silenced only by a murder of crows. Another victim made sacrifice. Blood spilt on the throne as before. Cult obscure, genitalia facemasks; Clad in blood

This triangle, for what use ? Colours no longer exist. Sick minds erased them. Lack of respect for humanity. We walk away from this process that makes

more. Waiting for the dead to show. I will see them burn in their own flames. I will hunt them down with their own sword. I will spill their blood in

's clarity, blood streaming out of the underground (as we pass). Corpse of the weak, floating in pieces throughout the coast, invincible hunters of death

god There's no compassion inside the Pharaoh's heart of stone. Blood consumes the waters; tainting red the sacred Nile The rancid stench of death

si lent and brooding beneath the moon, he knows that whatever the outcome, this night shall see a legend of war written in blood and the deaths of men

and blood Will rise up like lust And the shadow of my dark consort shalt extend Himself across the face of the world... ...And Hell will come with Him

for his father?s death, he is the king of all kings The sky is still burning, the moon is blood red now a question in their faces, for whom will come