Like every day, when sky accusesa Black sheet of night Lost souls are slowly wandering the path To the gates of hell Warden of gates An impressive growth demon Belzebub sits on his throne Waits for recreants The great speaker, who seduces with kindness and nice word With grace and beauty His heart burns with bloody hate to god And the army of mercy When souls are coming to his hellish throne every weak argument Will make stronger
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