Angelgoat - Blasphemic Bless

Blasphemy in a million ways, With the power of stone, Cruelty upon the throne, To the dark Sodom days. Bleeding into darkness, And broken hopes I smell, Black magic,night spell, Massacre gallery of great sickness. Six feet under emptiness, The grave is my throne, And worms on my every bone, Funeral garden beneath the bless.
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