We are wicked
We enjoy our condemnation
Beauty
Is blackness
We enjoy the dark
Black, are our hearts
God tried to pierce us
With his light
But we overcame it
With our dark arts
Defiantly we call
Mocking the name
Of God
We lift up
Our dark angels
Drink Death's cup
Become more wicked
We care not
We choose hell
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