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)o( Zephon Magnus )o( | )o( Spells )o( | )o( Dark Spell's Curse's And Hex's )o( | )o( Songs )o( | )o( Pictures )o(
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THE REDEAMER her me now ! the demons have taken me over this is the time for death NOW ITS TIME TO DIE MOTHER FUCKERS Your Readeamer is comeing your death is set now your soul will be taken away ! your un real christ and your unreal god wont save you now ! christian death shall smell so bitter sweet you mindless fools shalll feel your readeamer take u to the grave hey you death is now set what do u say ? hey you nothing can save u what do u say ? hey you my blade as at your neck what do u say ? HEY YOU I COME TO TAKE YOUR FUCKING LIFE WHAT DO SAY !?! IT YOUR FALT THAT YOUR ALL WAYS WRONG! now u shall see a your life riped from your hands ! no its time for u to die your redeamer is on his way ! Your Readeamer is comeing your death is set now your life will be taken away ! mother fuckers shall die in a in a pain worse than a gun u will feel the demons take your life away the whores and basterds will rott in your graves your readeamer is on his way ! what do you have to fucking say ! here the words of death take you away ! Your Readeamer is comeing your death is set now your redeamer is here now you death is on its way ! what are you saying as i tare your guts from your corpse what are you saying oh your voice sounds of your death is told i came to to take your life away ! Your Readeamer has come your death was set now your life and soul has been taken away ! Zephon Magnus | ![]() | ![]() | ![]() | ![]() | ![]() | ![]() | ![]() | ![]() |
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The Turcher Of Fallowing The False Christ onley the suffering damned liveing so free in there tradgity i onley wanted to see them burning in there suffering holes for the treason they try to live there lifes but there in the personal tragity from the east to the west the dark called to take down the rightus with one final sweep knocking then to the fires and turchers of hel's domain There Liveing so free in the damnation of a tragity fearing what they want to hate there liveing so free in there damnation of a tragity fearing and hearing what they dont wanna hear others want to breath there fresh airs others want to get pleasure from the odd but now they scream in the fires and turchers from fallowing there false god and there false hell listing to there screams isnt tragity but watching them die isnt a missery STILL IN THE WORKS NOT COMPLEATED Wondering Around In The Moon Lit Sky Why I Hope Why I Wonder Every Thing Around Me Is Dead ...... The Air Stinks Of Shit ..... The Earth Stinks Of Burned Bodies.... The Sea Stinks Of Stagnation.... My Wings Are Spread As They Run In Fear Darkness Has Come To Get Them The Air Is Now In Air Grasp THe Plesure Of Infleting Death Is Now Mine There Going To Get What They Wanted On Us As Im am Here All In Wonder Why They Fall Down In Fear They Brought Them Selfs Down So They Souldnt Wine For There Suffer Makeing All There Promises Empty As They Fall To The Ground Earth So Gental Under My Feet The Plesure Of Inflecting There Deaths Is Wonderfull Joy In Listing To There Words Turn To Wispers They Have No Time To Start Things Over There Past Can not Be Redone There Mother Mary Is Not There There Savior Jesus Will Never Be There The Father God Is A Shadow In Myth We Murder Now For There Sins Upon Us I Will Find There Centers In Them I Will Rip It Out And Be Pleased Bodys Aline The Sea Shores Feeling Like The Stalking Beast Ocean Stinks Of Blood As This Plesure Of There Deaths Turns Into Disire There Missiry Is There Own Doing Our Pain Is Now Iflicded On Them There God Is Nothing But Drunk That Wrote A Book There Prayers Are Nothing But Wispers All There Words Tought To Them Are Just Lies As The Shadows Come Behind There Lieing Priest Why Could They Just Listin Now There Buring With Fire And Hot Ash Fire From There Fallen Citys Feels Good Drying My Blood Soaked Hands As The Plesure Of There Deaths Was What I Wanted Zephon Magnus | ![]() | ![]() |
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