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Dimmu Borgir Death Cult Armageddon

it all They sure did battle till the end But when came all the glory and who got spared to carry his body Just pure death and too profound to be shared

entire human race Not permitted to redemption When pain rises high in purgatory A reality so convincingly justified Feeding from death cults gown We

depravity is at our disposal As the perfect tool to destroy mankind The worst kind of them all Modern times' ignorance, the world disease Appeal to death

Devoted to your own opiate In escapades from discontentment Are you shutting off from the outside world To reflect on your mind shallow gutter? For this

The battle raged on and on Fueled by the venom of hatred for man Consistently without the eyes to see For those who revel in sewer equally We, the prosperity

Reis deg opp La oss bestride Den tanke fra vr lend Og dyrk P en forbannet jord En smertens tt For s og tynge De barmhjertiges skjd Som har tiltro til

The commotion breeding the perverse For bloodbath is on your doorstep A mass impending threat The perfection of religion Becoming our death Do not

: The battle raged on and on Fuelled by the venom of hatred for man Consistently, without the eyes to see By those who revel in sewer equally We,

: The memories far beyond the reckoning Have begun to lurk in the distance Like visual objects dearly known The grace of devils hands As they walk