Necro Spell

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I r ide on burn ing wings With a blaz ing demon army We paint the night sky red With the blood of god's angels We piss on the tormented souls Of re l ig ious bel ievers We rape the Virg in Mary To create an Ant i - Chr ist [Ref : ] This i s the war of angels This i s the war of demons This i s the war of heaven This i s the war of hel l Burn ing angels fa l l ing (Thei r ) corpses l i t ter ing the ground We crush the pear ly gates Burn al l heaven down We quench the sun And burn the moon Remove Jehova And welcome ( the) Empt iness [Ref : ] (as I ) Walk through the val ley of death Smel l the stench of decay As th is war i s ending They wi l l curse th is day On th is day Death walks the earth Reaping al l mankind Cleans ing the Earth Leaving only the empt iness behind Mil lennia of oppress ion Hate drenched in loss Human evolut ion explo i t ing th is wor ld Pain f loat away marks the 7th day behold the blue sky turned red a requiem of th is earth

As the sky burns we march forward Crushing, torment ing and rap ing the wor ld Hunt down al l surv ivors , l i v ing in fear We r ide with death so no one i s spared What once were wi l l never be again (Because) the horseman of death br ings the world to a fuck ing end!

11th Hour The hour of wreckoning draws near Judgment day is here and gone Sweetly she draws me into her arms A liquid embrace to chase the day way. Sedate Numb Deaf and Dumb Stumbling into solitude. A clouded judgment day is fueled. Take me under your black wings Mark my words and remember me. So sweetly she shucks away at my time So sweetly she draws me nigh Closer and closer towards never ending sleep Spin the bottle Kiss only the bottle. The dark mistress of many, beholden to none Slips a ring of needles around your arm in an engagement Eternal engagement Never consummated. x 2 Take me under your black wings Mark my words and remember me. Destroyer of senses. So take as needed for the pain Another gray morning dawns across an ashen sky. My sweet demoness beckons me Ever again and again and again and again.

The dark mistress of many, beholden to none My sweet demoness beckons me Ever again and again and again and again and again. Take me under your black wings.

Jacked up on the taste of self-destruction

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