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They vomit blood and nails while I preach
Their ideal is that of the dregs of humanity
Curse us, defame us, shout us your empty dumb words
We are born kings, crown by the Ancient Gods

Their bones will be our jewels
Their skin will be our lampshades

Millions will burn for our divine destiny
Rivers of blood for our transcendence
All of their souls to build the upward path
Corpses thrown in the abyss of forgetfulness

Everything they touch turns up shit
They are the most vicious form of life on earth
Holy Nature asks for a mass sacrifice
We serve to grant the wishes of the universe

We are walking to the next level of consciousness
Where eternity prevails over happiness
The power of our will is the most powerful gift from the creation
We serve to make the holy wheel roll