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Cast down from hypocrisy’s eyes
To the worlds below
Take your heed of your wanton faith
Give up your mortal soul
Forget your god and his false love
He doesn’t give a fuck
The truth smothered in martyr’s blood
You’re reigning lie and miracles of luck

The mark of man calls to me
The sacred ritual, 666
Your god is plagued with animosity
Your weak iconic crucifix
The burning pits, the insanity
A distorted lie you can’t fix
The dark lands call to me
Guide me through the circling Styx

Call to hell so I can be free
The flaming pentagram, Mephistopheles
The pleasure in life, my pleasure in hell
Even Virgil will writhe under my spell

The blood is drawn
The sacrifice made
This fiery dawn
Where it, inverted, lays
The slaughtered fawn
My master grins
The fallen deity
Of surpassed sins

O Satan take me under your wings

Teach me the great gift of hate
Open blind eyes to divine mistakes
My soul is yours, I'm in your service
Give me my orders
To overrun heaven’s borders
And tempt all of Man with the succubi kiss