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Unholy Wretched

can you one day triumph with me..." Rejoice in sweet submission of murder, of conceit How can you ever triumph with me?!?! I'd rather be wretced and broken

Majesty Incantations, spoken at the stroke of midnight, exhume their bodies from their timeless slumber Soulless participants in this unholy ritual,

legions gathering for virtuous insemination Molest and sodomize deride the seed of god's creation Impale the Nazarene succumb to a spiritual inversion In our unholy

unholy crimson rains from the darkest depths of hell fall into this wretched dungeon where god's first angel fell the rats feeding on the corpses ignore

crooked, straight line Closing of minds to these innocent crimes Now they're deaf, dumb, and blind! One foot in Hell Wretches! This pitiful man Preaching

throne I walk alone I walk alone By the twisted The wretched and unpure The everlasting The seed of the unholy For all willing And daring to be taken

and tears that fall serve the maggots need Descention, thrusting to the second plain Minos judges as his tail twines Lustful thoughts and greed whip these wretched

evil, forthcoming eve of darkness The chosen one will come Eyes torn out bodies cut in half Twisted corpses hang from broken necks Demented madman Unholy

This twisted, wretched place shadowed by the utmost darks of Hell. In dreams of black beyond the bounds of a withered witch's spell. Where the doors