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Blood of the Useless

AbrimaaL - Blood of the Useless. Z albumu "Satanislav", lipiec 2003
BLOOD OF THE USELESS

This weeping procession mistook me as their priest
In my black gown I'll celebrate it the best
You shall wait until Luna pregnans rises
In this obscure wasteland I'm preparing my rites

THE TIME HAS COME!

For the glory of misanthropy and what you call "sin"

WHAT DO YOU WISH?

Dying in Heaven or living in Hell?
Atropa belladonna, Mandragora officinarum,
Amanita muscaria, Artemisia absinthum

I drink the blood of the useless
Open your veins you fucking blind!
Because your eyes do not deserve to see

YOU HAVE NO CHOICE

Go to your Heaven immediately
To make me sure I'll never see you again
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