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Cultus Sanguine
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Swine Of The Cross
to all but a few, salvation was denied The not-yet-dead discovered that to be a nuclear family means a whole new thing; All-too-trusting shambling pseudomorphs put their trust in a man of the cloth Make them hate you, rotting cleric...Remember, you are pu of my loins, you are pus Give voice to your left side, let me in：I've sawn the seeds of your redemption;In subhumanicide, I am your guide：seventy-seven times make them dieThe sun is shining on a brand new dayBlackened corpses smolder where they slain;Self-flagellation prompts him to confess：Â<> Immolation meant to purify sin wracked souls Let diseased bodies die; survivors twice lost：Betrayed in fire, by the Swine of the Cross
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