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Thyrane Spirit Of Rebellion

way..the saviour..all that you need for...a stone on your grave. Satanic praise-extreme way become inured to fell the hellfire in it's rebellion desire

of mine. For the glory of the Beast, i forever raise the chalice of wine. You may be many in numbers but you are weak in spirit, deliverance through

's sweet blaze. We'll pull you to insane shadows, beyond the wall of sleep. We'll decorate your soul and spirit, by the satanic torment against the lamenting

I readthe signs from the eyes of the dead, and saw the seed of still-born tomorrow. I heard the future from the realms of hell, the symphonies burdened