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We have made ourselves a beautiful tomb in this supposedly civilized world Such a murderous and vile place must be celebrated The cross you carry with pride is but a symbol of your weakness It means nothing more than fear of death You I despise for who are you, oh mortal fool To try and direct my journey into the afterlife I am in control I ma not about to turn away from my ideals and standards Where does it leave you and your feeble and distorted mind Have you no wish to understand anything Or even try to find a single shred of enlightenment You are of no use as well as the human race All must be destroyed Hold on to your futile existence You weak unworthy fool For I shall do everything in my power to steal your very life Bow down in prayer to which ever master suits you This world of earth with earthly battles fought Hence it abides rules of flesh and down it falls Our home Our temple My world and yours Are crashing into the abyss Into sulfur, into rot, and into punishment From Letras Mania