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Tolling bell, count the tolls
written by Genocide Reaper03:59 AM 3/29/05Count each toll of the bell.
Soon the saints will see, he who rules hell.
Fallen, condemned to flames.
Satan's not his name.
No, this demon is not a christian fairy-tale.
This beast is a brutal blood shedding monster hidden beneath a veil.
A veil of hate.
Consuming those damned, and giving them a twisted fate.
Forever lavishing in luscious malicious decadence.
Spilling blood, feeding upon wickedness.
Instilling into the masses numbness, giving the gift of suffering.
To all in his realm, lifeless.
Tormenting is his game.
Utter unforgiving is his name.
Merciless, monster!
Headless body eater!
Faster and faster the fire rises!
Until it reaches the Earths surface dancing with the feet of those who live!
Strive you fucks, as you are pulled under the black crust.
Pained, burning flesh covered in smut.
The Horsemen come across the land, in a trot.
Spreading turmoil, sending victims to their graves, so they may rot.
Hold back nothing, and show us something.
Otherwise, you'll never see he who will rise.
Not a Jesus, nor a Messiah.
But a fucking Hell-bent God, vengeance his desire.
For you all see, he's no liar.
Nor is he a fool.
He tricked you all.
Both sides he does rule.
Whether you take the fall, or refuse to crawl.
It is peace in withdrawal.
Heaven and Hell, both his plains.
You might think me insane.
But that's okay.
I know what I see, and I know what sets me free.
So say what you will, that won't make him turn away. |
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