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Horrific prophecies, based on the destructionof your world
Predicte by the ancient of the darklord

The antichrist is coming...
What is his form?
When will he come?
The countdown begins, started byt he human race
Future in your hands

The only son crucified
The stupidity that you trust
Your christian soul,
Source of insanity

Source of the antichrist
By your fault you will perish
Society abandonned to itself

The religion wars, a never ending scourge
By your fault he will born
By your fault you are damned

Destruction of the religions
Must be to avoid the prophecies
Bleed upon the cross

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