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As intense, pleasuredScreams, pulsate through darkness, ofThese hellish cavernsShe conspires with this demon,In a most unholy way
Tortured, by DemonsOn their descent, these men bornOf wicked way, surgeThrough scorching pits, whilst begging,For any form, of mercy
Twas the night before Rapture, and all through the church It seemed like Satan was stirring, but no one was sure.   A pentagram on the cross, which had fallen down;
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