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Cryptic Wintermoon - Bastard

GLORYFIED - GORIFIED - IDOLIZED BREED

DURFING ON ADRENALINE - I FEED - I FEED - I FEED

SMELL MY ODOUR -FEAR IF PERFUME - BOOTLICKERS CHOICE

IF SORROW MEANS A JOKE FOR YOU - I MAKE YOU LAUGH



I AM YOOUR PAIN AMPLIFIER

IN THE DARK OF NIGHT - I RUSH INTO YOUR SOUL

FUCK YOU - SHITFACED CREATION

I WILL AMPLIFY YOUR NEEDS



DIE BASTARD - DIE BY MY HANDS

DIE BASTARD - ROT IN HELL



PARALIZED - STERILIZED - FOOLS TO THE CORE

A PUPPETSHOW WITHOUT PUPPETEERS

ADVERTISED -BRAINWASHED MINDS -STAMPEDE OF SANITY

DOES ANYBODY NEED A GOD - I`LL MAKE SOME MORE



I AM YOUR GOD`S CRUCIFIER

SO WELCOME ME - JUST LIKE A STAR

WAKE UP -THE TRAIN HAS GONE TOO FAR

YOU WILL DEIFY MY DEEDS

WHO NEEDS PROFESSIONALS

WHEN STILL FOOLS EXIST

KEEPING UP THE IDOLS

THAT MADE YOU SO PISSED

LAUGHING - WHEN I HIT YOUR FACE AGAIN

REAL ENTERTAINMENT - THIS IS NO FUN

BASTARD - I WISH YOU HELL

RIDING ON THE WINGS OF WRATH - WRATH



LOWER INSTINCTS DOMINATE -TO GAIN VICTORY

NOTHING BUT A CHAPTER -IN SOME LITANY

TOUCHED BY A SHADE OF THRUTH
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