Shining upon their chests The silver seal The bloodred penitents Towards our land From my window I can guess The flames of their socalled heaven By now, I should run away Leave the house, the church, the grave And I wont do that I open my eyes cannot move Their hell after tracks me down Has finally put his hand in mine Torture me if you want I have learnt to suffer And in my grave Rained many a tear, oh blessed majesties Once more saved nevermore Mare tenebrarum the red penitents My fate divine their worst obssession Burn in hell you cunt ! Their eyes are burning more than their crosses
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