Twisted horns,
The devil roams.
Nightcrawler,
The beast!
Image by Jan Tik via Flickr
He is leaving his marks; Satan!
Twisted horns,
The devil roams.
Nightcrawler,
The beast!
You can see it,
In the evil eyes of every worshiper of material things,
In the eyes of the deceivers and professional liars.
That serve him well,
And will bring you hell!
Death cult of Satan; meaning of 666; war, hunger and pain…
I always wondered: “What they have to gain?”
Dark feeds night, fear is your weakness and guilt,
Pain is your punishment, that’s what we have built.
Satan, number of the beast; all symbolic.
The real sin is our fear diabolic.
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