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(J. Alanís)
Death was made to me
But in life I'll kill the priest
The name of darkness bless me
In this kingdom reign the beast
I profane the tombs of dead
I don't leave 'em rest in peace
I believe in death
'Cause soon comes to you with ease
Sacrilegious
I'll never believe in church
Her lie makes me feel like dog
Spit and burned by hell
In which she will burn in spell
Falsity inculcated in you
I'll show you the truth
You need learn to hate the false
First see through all your life
Sacrilegious in war with God
Hungry of perversity
Can do what you want
Ignore the weak image
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