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Cold earth of our cold earth with blood creeping on
the path clinging to the fairytale which the call religion
they are slayed by our demons of war and hurling storms
these are human creatures of a filthy and weak kind
blackened souls blessed by eternity dwelling under
unholy ground forbidden thoughts and dreams provided
by strong storms of bold beliefs and black souls of
immortality the demons are dancing as we crawl up and
out on our hands and faces we greet our brothers with
horned wings and cold minds it is complete now we rise
the dwelling and feeding