Even until now lives a settled conviction, that salvation can be bought here, on the Earth, by praying the so called offering to the priest of grace. For centuries the human naivety has been used by the Catholic Church to debauch its stomach and magnify its fortune. Bargaining the salvation is just another hypocrisy of the Catholic Church, and since money is the instrumentum daiboli, where really hides the Beast? And that no one may buy or sell except one who has the mark or the name of the Beast, or the number of his name. I cleanse my body in the bloodred crystal sea Bestial amok lasts Pure soul, pale flesh, icecold breath Altar prepared, whiteness clean, golden candlesticks Chalices in diamonds, the smell of incense Innocent souls, naive children Vulgar herd awaits salvation Ive sold my soul to the truth Life path winding, but free I let it flow in harmony With nature, my animal humanity. Another bell tolls for the hour of coming Another chime of lies Odour of hypocrisy and false saints The Lord is coming Lord of Hosts Black not heavenly Open thee soul Figures dissolved by my eyesight Wax nobility Flour and water raised above Grape drink tastes like blood Shawls of mendacity White bread and flesh Hands folded in triangle Sign of the cross Sacrifice fulfilled.
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