| Make love with chaos, once in a lifetime…
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| I’ve seen the son of the man
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| He came to save the ones who were lost
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| Fathers shall not be condemned to death for the sons
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| Neither shall sons for their fathers
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| And everyone shall die for his own sin
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| Holy me, blessed be
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| Arisen in the asa glory
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| Asa, Sahasrar shall abolish the man in me
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| Black Death, nonetheless…
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| Black Death, nonetheless
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| Black Death for me
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| For my disease is carrying all the sins of humanity
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| For my death shall be the negation of your miserable existence
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| I was talking with Lucipher yesterday
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| He said he loved you, monkeys
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| He’s the only one who cares about you, masses
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| I don’t care, don’t give a good goddamn
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| May you all die, bunch of pigs
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| Wish I was dead and crucified too
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| Stigmatized by your weak, ignorant moral
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| My body’s raped and desecrated by your innoncent newborn sons
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| Anus-Dei
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| God, their flesh tastes so good
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| Flagrance of the Apokalypse
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| Lucipher was born a long time after me
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| And you love to gently caress his perfect hair
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| What a beautiful child you have, Madame
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| Ah, comme je peux hair tous ces miserables assemblages de chair
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| Ces relations faibles et repugnantes
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| Mais comment ne pas vomir sur ces corps abjects
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| Ces tripes fumantes enlacees?
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| Ah, si seulement je pouvais broyer toute cette viande pourrie
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| Dechiqueter ces putains d’esprits
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| Expulser leurs fluides, leurs ames, toute cette atroce puanteur
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| Ah comme je peux hair celui qui a ose les creer
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| Je lui ferais bouffer toutes ces creatures
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| Jusqu’a ce qu’il en creve
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| Et qu’enfin je retrouve la sphere divine
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| Vierge et immaculee
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| Car Dieu m’a dit… Toute vie doit cesser… |