108 - Killer of the Soul

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Satanic ritual set the corpse upon the table
Cosmetic religion, hide your horns, if you are able
Killer of the animal, only a demon could dine on the flesh of the dead
Each hair on the back of each cow, is birth you’ll spend in hell
The killer of the soul, whomever he may be
Will be forced in the darkest regions
Embrace your decisions, in the darkest regions of hell
Self killing ritual, set the bottle upon the table
Cosmetic ignorance, kill the pain
Killer of the animal within, liquid poison to wash your brain
Drown in your misery, your life becomes a hell
The killer of the soul, whomever he may be
Will be forced in the darkest regions
Embrace your decisions, in the darkest regions of hell
I won’t kill my- I won’t kill my soul