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Behold the beast arises from the depths of hell

Sent forth to harvester the Christians

And lead them to a kingdom of evil away from their god

Before you stands a man but beneath the flesh

Stands a worthless creation

Mortal slaves, forced to serve they pray to god

Hoping he will forgive their sins, and save them from damnation

The art of deception serves the prophet well

Gathering gods, servants like lambs to the slaughter

Turning them against their lord, they will march against their creator

Fuck your god;

I stand before you calling out your god

I am the prophet, speaking in serpents tongue

Before you stands a figure, but beneath its shell

Stands a false prophet disguised by shadows

A servant to the dark lord, brought upon this earth to destroy humanity

Servants of God converted by the words of the dark serpent

Driven by hate and vengeance betraying their messiah

Legions of Demons march towards the gates of heaven

They follow Satan’s chariot to Babylon

The time has come for the armies of god to defend the holy one

Satan’s army’s on the horizon, waiting for the horn

Unholy crusade against their creator

Leaving god no choice but to eradicate his own

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