I pervert the essence of grace Through the rituals of antichrist The sacred flesh i vomit The sacred blood i must detest Glowing scars of the crown Stigmata marks the favor now Worn with contempt My horns flow from the scars as we form A voice to sing the oldest song of the wound, of the rise, of the order A chant to celebrate the flesh and the becoming as the son of the order ascends Born of the wretched, all entwined suffering bodies, suffering minds, flesh of contempt come forth, new salvations spawned the new womb breeding antichrist shall tear asunder the sanctified giving birth to a new heaven this child shall bear the devils mark A voice to sing the oldest song of the wound, of the rise, of the order A chant to celebrate the flesh and the becoming as the son of the order ascends Suffering Behold the fall of the blades once again The black order The prayer ripped open giving birth to a corrupt heart Dominance! The black order A voice to sing the oldest song of the wound, of the rise, of the order A chant to celebrate the flesh and the becoming as the son of the order ascends
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