rotted in a monastic cell
I resembled a stone, hiding my murderous self in silence and fear
I lasted in the infinity of meditations and contemplations »
The Past Is Like a Funeral Blackend, Vol. 4
by Behemoth
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a monastic cell I resembled a stone, hiding my murderous self in silence and fear I lasted in the infinity of meditations and contamplations Waiting for »
The Past Is Like Funeral Pandemonic Incantations
by Behemoth
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their graven images
And grind them in the dirt,
For that men can live in paradise
Must be the Devils work."
[BROTHERS OF THE HOLY ORDER:]
"The »
The Clerical Conspiracy Dreamweavers (Reflections of Our Yesterdays)
by Sabbat
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