I Breathe Spears - 1349

Falling into a nocturnal vacuum, I call for Satan, the

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For his world I shall enter

My call is answered

By force am I taken to realms, darker than death

To witness the evil glory I have travelled to see

Many are the appearing shapes of Satan

Unfolding in utter grotesque horror

The air is frozen

I can hear the hateful rumbling and pounding in the

Deep

I can see flickering spectres, silouettes blistering with-

Electric coldness

I breathe spears

Unleashing a pulsating storm of steel

Sulphur floats in my veins

My eyes burn with fury

Carbonised into my heart

Far away, a wast bastard cross manifests in

The air

How dare it shine so clear

Here in theese hellish realms?

Oh, did I not know of the impurity…

As the blasphemy becomes unbearable

I behold thousands of claws gripping the

Golden cross from behind

Soon demons crawl like furious ants all over

The profante shape

Screaming in unearthly rage and insanity

The symbol of Nazarene us thirb asunder

Dripping with slime and rot

I shiver in cruel ecstacy

And laugh the madmans laughter

Returning now

With diabolical strength

And a vicious grin in the face