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So sinister, all thoughts wicked My flaming grip contaminates these loyal plains I'm a morning star born at the throne of heart Forever the mortals burn inside my chamber of torture I feed on pain Your suffering makes me tick Hail to the flesh! I love to die your pleasant death I Spare no one that offers warmth and progress I feed on pain Your suffering makes me tick I seal your faith The murdering is now complete Hail to the flesh! Pale and cold, ride with me through the mist Your fate I hold, sharing intimacy below As the maggots eat you question why but get no answer Earthly horror, sickness through health I feed on pain Your suffering makes me tick I am the signature of fate And oh, how I love to kill you!! From Letras Mania