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Svartsyn Destruction Of Man

Evil spawned from open wounds Heated chains upon my dirty skin Receiving slashing chains across the teeth In a chalice of venom wine Spilt unblessed

into divine madness Where the man rises his gun towards his brother's head to feed upon sins Rise the evil in man and the falseness in man towards chaos

He who flew the sky was sick In a woman's womb he spilled virulent seed Many years later came those who set fires in the horizon Bleed from open wounds

Jerusalem glow of mystery As the wrist burn in manifestations of evil In cold trance Total dedication to divine evil Flesh to mysteries evocation Down