Dark mass cross
Breed by not
Guilt of blood
Flesh of bastard
Flash of Dark
Forces Rise
Immortal Prides!
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Only thirst to sweep in a heart
Weight of satanic legacy
Offering is your life-breath
Disgust of decomposition
Icy hurricanes of sorrow
Killing the Virtue Tomorrow
You dream to cut the flesh
To disembowel the rotten heart
Dark mass is a game the crooked knife
Your conduct the last steps in the gates
After them long years of rotting
And meat grinder spill the maimed
...are you wish to go down into Hell?..
Creation the blood opens the gates
Hysteria of corpse madness
Only stream of devastating flame
The dark beginning is immortal
Weight of satanic legacy
Brought down a hellish hammer on
Head of condemned to death
Dark forces are immortal...
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