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I read the signs from the eyes of the dead
And saw the seed of still-born tomorrow
I heard the future from the realms of hell
The symphonies burdened with sorrow

There would be a Messiah
Not quite the saviour they promised you
In Him the sensations of pain arise
He is the redeemer, the devourer of light

From the fear inside you would born disorder
Spreading like rats upon ruins
(Like despair among angels)
bringing forth the "apocalypse" and all it holds inside

The true gift from the kingdoms beyond

There would be a messiah
Not quite the saviour they promised you
In Him all nightmares resite
He is the redeemer, the devourer of fucking light...

...And there would be legions
Triumphant!
Bloodstained hands speaking of their devotion
Thousand times thousand wings
Would
Whip
The
Air

Inbred bastards of jehovah...!
No need to fear the abyss, no need to shed a tear
Not a single soul would be sent to hell...
...For Hell is what we'd have here!

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