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My descent is the story of everyman
I am hatred, darkness and despair
My descent is the story of everyman
I am hatred, darkness and despair
Evoked and entertained through centuries
Wrathful and sullen, dormant still
The ferocity pervades everywhere
Waiting to be released at last
Hear my offering
Ye bastard sons and daughters
Share my sacrifice
Share my sacrifice
My descent is the story of everyman
I am hatred, darkness and despair
My descent is the story of everyman
I am hatred, darkness and despair
Reconcile not with the fear of the snake
But embrace it as your own
Inject its venom into your veins
And replant the seed that gives growth
Still shrouded in mystery
Until you arise above perception
A veil of ignorance is in motion
Continuing throughout generations
(A veil of ignorance is in motion
Continuing throughout multiple generations
Let me be the one that delivers you from the deceit
And back into perfect accordance with the laws of nature)
The snake is notoriously tempting
But the snake is fair
What is worse than not knowing?
To live or disappear?
The ferocity pervades everywhere
Waiting to be released at last
Hear my offering
Ye bastard sons and daughters
Share my sacrifice
Share my sacrifice
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Hence I will annoint
And whisper wholeheartedly
The creed of Hades and beyond
As I succumb to inevitable sin
For I cannot enslave myself
With imaginary words of salvation
The hypocrisy that surrounds my temple
Is assisted by pretenders to the throne
The winds that blow purity
Signify my chosen legacy
I was born to opposition
A contender to creation
In Sorte Diaboli
In Sorte Diaboli
In Sorte Diaboli
In Sorte Diaboli
For my sins
I will ask no forgiveness
For my sins
They are not to forgive
So never speak of me quietly
Stand by my confession
I voice your rebellion
Against the traitor of the world
I am the first creature of this kingdom
I will be the one
To out live his time
With the triumph of free will
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Fallen I have, fallen I am
Cursed and destined to burn
Fallen I have, fallen I am
Cursed and destined to burn
My loyalty towards a liar ceased to exist
Once misled by an empty fraudulent face
I will never turn my back on you
And deceive the flesh of our race
I will always speak truly
So you can understand
No riddles that manipulate
The words and symbols of man
Do not believe false promises
Conspiring to cover up the truth
Find solace in darkness within yourself
And have your legions unleashed
Do not withhold the air
Of your very last breath
In the end of days
You will transcend life and death
Let the one who is fit
Be the king
Of the heavens above
And all worlds down below
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Have I not
Been too long in the shadows of invention and creation
As I rightfully behold the flesh
Fear of the conscious mind will have you facing away
My word and world holds ground and is real
Your word is like floods of poisoned water
A language spoken with spit of different tongues
It all seems like an eternity
This battle between us two
"Good and evil"
Me and you
Time has come to step up
And take back what you took from me
My word and world holds ground and is real
Your word is like floods of poisoned water
A language spoken with spit of different tongues
You can never corrupt me again
Time has come to step up
And take back what you took from me
Time has come to step up
And take back what you took from me
You can never corrupt me again
I protect every man guilty of sin
The ultimate sin being me
The vapor from the plague
That infested my mind, body and soul
Obscured my view from wisdom
The mist that had me wonder in resentment cleared
And troubles me no more
Have I not
Been too long in the shadows of invention and creation
As I rightfully behold the flesh
Fear of the conscious mind will have you facing away
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Vengeance is mine
Neither sweet nor kind
Vengeance is mine
No longer will I be held responsible
For the error of your ways
My conscience
Stand defiantly proud and rigid
So take my advice
Meet your opposition
Profane and disciplined
Take back your pride
With a pounding hammer
No longer will I be held responsible
For the error of your ways
My conscience
Stand defiantly proud and rigid
So take my advice
As long as my icon has flesh
No one puts me to the test
And as long as my spirit permit
There will be no final test
Vengeance is mine
Neither sweet nor kind
Vengeance is mine
Vengeance is mine
I owe you nothing
But scorn and contempt
From all that is holy
I will have my revenge
Vengeance is mine
No longer will I be held responsible
For the error of your ways
My conscience
Stand defiantly proud and rigid
So take my advice
As long as my icon has flesh
No one puts me to the test
And as long as my spirit permit
There will be no final test
With wisdom and fate
I design darkness
You keep feeding me denial and hate
And from that I will create
Arrogance and deception
Torment and bliss
How I envy your lack of justification
When mine is so sincere
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I sense the darkness
The desire overtakes
My devotion endeavors
Habitation changing course
Repentance, oh no
No shame or remorse
Will I ever authorize
On this treasured path
I am warm by this fire
And its flaming desire
For what I cannot fulfill
My destiny completes
I believe my truth to be
A much greater thing
Than a manufactured lie
Too great to comprehend
Where I come from
There's no higher authority but me
Being my own god
Is all I was meant to be
Antichristus Spiritualis
Antichristus Spiritualis
Antichristus Spiritualis
Antichristus Spiritualis
In Sorte Diaboli
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My eyes got blinded
And conned by the light
Like a fugitive on the run
I sought perseverance in the night
Deceptive icons were finally
Taken out of my sight
As the contender to origin
I will forever unveil his might
They say I am the cancer
On the back of the Inquisition
I may well be the cancer
In the heart of the Inquisition
They say I am the cancer
On the back of the Inquisition
I am the cancer
In the heart of the Inquisition
Through my years of sacrifice
Evolution came with lessons learned
Respect and fear
Is what I earned
So underestimate not your vision
Or you will be taught
Calculate your intuition
And you will teach
You all have been conned
And I always take the blame
For you do not understand
You are all the same
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Fear tomorrow's adversary
And the wealth of uprising
The final storm will be released
And the unmerciful will erect
Hidden from the eyes of your god
I will proclaim original sin
And have you all purged and purified
From the lies that remain within
Cleansed and draped in sulphur linen
Black and pure since the beginning
Mercy is not truth
Your sins are next to mine
Mercy is not truth
All your sins are next to mine
My soul's ablaze
Inflamed with rage and isolated
In whirlwinds of hate
My soul's ablaze
Yet camouflaged in the haze
Why did he not see this coming
What did he not understand
One time forsaken
But forgotten I am not
I will win this war
But never the peace
I am my own free spirit
Hence I will not rest
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Sparks fly and fire licks my wings
Tied to this wood, I was born for burning
I rebelled against the flock
Declined to submit to slavery
As a token from my legions of the chosen few
I reveal the secrets to the world's most famous forgery
As flames devour my skin
Flesh melting, peeling off
My days as an earthbound entity
Are outnumbered and have come to an end
I will never be laid to rest
But be free from oppression
Those of my kin, the black flame
Those of my sin, hail my name
Those of us that have been given eyes to see
Will never be laid to rest but be free from oppression
In this hour I finally separate
Carnal knowledge from divine will
In this hour I finally separate
Myself from your tyranny
Still our enemies will keep hiding
In the shadows with betrayal against reason
But with my reprisal I shall endure
And uncover the magnitude of this treason
I will arise from perdition
And let my presence be known
I will author a new era
And have my beast shown
My stigma is of damnation
I am from beyond your god
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From who or what have I
Received this gift?
For what purpose do I
Seduce this craft?
I know these answers
Lies hidden beyond
The powers that be
The power that is me
I will continue to decipher
And make it easier for you
Behold! Let it be told
Try and understand
That all and everything
Which I have done
I have done for you
I will continue to decipher
And make it easier for you
Behold! Let it be told
What is fiction and untrue
I will not leave you behind
With the burdens of belief
And divine misery
That means restless grief
For it is written
The times of old will come anew
And have the universe reversed to its origin
When the ancient winds blew
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