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SEED OF EVILSee the storm forthlike the dancing Flames of immortal FireFeel them burn Thy SoulNow enter Purgatory!Oh Scorpion in Azazel's haunted Realmwith deadly Sting fulfill our LustMay Thou find the beating Hearts in their BreastsWoe to Thee - but where to flee?There is no Place to hidefrom the Seed of EvilHorned Entity, carry our Sins with Prideas we shall do in that star-filled Nightwhen Babalon's Resurrection is gloriously set to be heldBorn again from Scarlet Woman's precious Wombas Insignium of HateWoe to Thee - but where to flee?There is no Place to hidefrom the Seed of EvilSand licks the Blood not less than seven TimesMy damned Children they awakefrom a Sleep that seemed eternallyWhilst Desert's pestilential Windsspread from the EastNine-headed Hydra's Diseaseto crawl the Holy Lands"Thou shall be Feast for the Worms!"My Breed, these Harbingers of Deathon destinuous Wings do rideCaptured Souls are a mortal Mealconsumed with deepest Delightconsumed by the Seed of Evil

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