godless and immoral rasgog. traitorous spawn, cockroaches crawl from dry bones, may pestilence sprawl deathly silence, within your home divine retribution, sacked like rome behold traitor, death draws near sooner or later, flesh left to sear does it all click? your mothers scorn the clock ticks, as the sword is drawn your hunger for sin, it will be stilled a shallow grave, a bed to be filled your existence? snuffed from our plane numerous misdeeds, enough to be slain the righteous rejoice, for the golden dawn the last drop of poison, has been drawn no longer awaiting, foretold demise only a bright new dawn, a joyful sunrise
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