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Ahh, Kos, or some say Kosm... Do you hear our prayers?
No, we shall not abandon the dream.
No one can catch us! No one can stop us now!
Ah hah hah ha! Ooh! Majestic! A hunter is a hunter, even in a dream. But, alas, not too fast! The nightmare swirls and churns unending!
As you once did for the vacuous Rom, grant us eyes, grant us eyes. Plant eyes on our brains, to cleanse our beastly idiocy.
The grand lake of mud, hidden now, from sight.
The cosmos, of course!
Let us sit about, and speak feverishly. Chatting into the wee hours of...
New ideas, of the higher plane!
Now I'm waking up, I'll forget everything...
Master, look! I've done it, I've done it! I smashed and pounded and grounded this rotten siren into fleshy pink pulp!
There, you filthy monstrosity! What good's your immortality now! Try stirring up trouble in this sorry state! All mangled and twisted, with every inside on the outside, for all the world to see! He heh hah hah Hah! He heh heh ha ha ha ha
Oh, you, is it? Look at this! Thanks to you, I've done it! Well? Isn't it wonderful?
Now Master can be canonized as a true martyr! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! I've done it, I have!!! Hah h-hah ha ha hah!
Shrouded by night, but with steady stride. Colored by blood, but always clear of mind.
Proud hunter of the church.
Beasts are a curse, and a curse is a shackle.
Only ye are the true blades of the church.
God I'm nauseous... Have you ever felt this? It's progressing. I can see things... I knew it, I'm different. I'm no beast... I... Oh... God, it feels awful... but, it proves that I'm chosen. Don't you see? How they writhe, writhe inside my head... It's... rather... rapturous..
Tee hee... My sweet hunter...
Your blood is tainted...
I can't ha... I can't help myself... hahaha haha...
What's that smell? ... The sweet blood, oh, it sings to me. It's enough to make a man sick
Ahh, Kos, or some say Kosm... Do you hear our prayers?
No, we shall not abandon the dream.
No one can catch us! No one can stop us now!
Ah hah hah ha! Ooh! Majestic! A hunter is a hunter, even in a dream. But, alas, not too fast! The nightmare swirls and churns unending!
As you once did for the vacuous Rom, grant us eyes, grant us eyes. Plant eyes on our brains, to cleanse our beastly idiocy.
The grand lake of mud, hidden now, from sight.
The cosmos, of course!
Let us sit about, and speak feverishly. Chatting into the wee hours of...
New ideas, of the higher plane!
Now I'm waking up, I'll forget everything...
Master, look! I've done it, I've done it! I smashed and pounded and grounded this rotten siren into fleshy pink pulp!
There, you filthy monstrosity! What good's your immortality now! Try stirring up trouble in this sorry state! All mangled and twisted, with every inside on the outside, for all the world to see! He heh hah hah Hah! He heh heh ha ha ha ha
Oh, you, is it? Look at this! Thanks to you, I've done it! Well? Isn't it wonderful?
Now Master can be canonized as a true martyr! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! I've done it, I have!!! Hah h-hah ha ha hah!
Shrouded by night, but with steady stride. Colored by blood, but always clear of mind.
Proud hunter of the church.
Beasts are a curse, and a curse is a shackle.
Only ye are the true blades of the church.
God I'm nauseous... Have you ever felt this? It's progressing. I can see things... I knew it, I'm different. I'm no beast... I... Oh... God, it feels awful... but, it proves that I'm chosen. Don't you see? How they writhe, writhe inside my head... It's... rather... rapturous..
Tee hee... My sweet hunter...
Your blood is tainted...
I can't ha... I can't help myself... hahaha haha...
What's that smell? ... The sweet blood, oh, it sings to me. It's enough to make a man sick
Ahh, Kos, or some say Kosm... Do you hear our prayers?
No, we shall not abandon the dream.
No one can catch us! No one can stop us now!
Ah hah hah ha! Ooh! Majestic! A hunter is a hunter, even in a dream. But, alas, not too fast! The nightmare swirls and churns unending!
As you once did for the vacuous Rom, grant us eyes, grant us eyes. Plant eyes on our brains, to cleanse our beastly idiocy.
The grand lake of mud, hidden now, from sight.
The cosmos, of course!
Let us sit about, and speak feverishly. Chatting into the wee hours of...
New ideas, of the higher plane!
Now I'm waking up, I'll forget everything...
Master, look! I've done it, I've done it! I smashed and pounded and grounded this rotten siren into fleshy pink pulp!
There, you filthy monstrosity! What good's your immortality now! Try stirring up trouble in this sorry state! All mangled and twisted, with every inside on the outside, for all the world to see! He heh hah hah Hah! He heh heh ha ha ha ha
Oh, you, is it? Look at this! Thanks to you, I've done it! Well? Isn't it wonderful?
Now Master can be canonized as a true martyr! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! I've done it, I have!!! Hah h-hah ha ha hah!
Shrouded by night, but with steady stride. Colored by blood, but always clear of mind.
Proud hunter of the church.
Beasts are a curse, and a curse is a shackle.
Only ye are the true blades of the church.
God I'm nauseous... Have you ever felt this? It's progressing. I can see things... I knew it, I'm different. I'm no beast... I... Oh... God, it feels awful... but, it proves that I'm chosen. Don't you see? How they writhe, writhe inside my head... It's... rather... rapturous..
Tee hee... My sweet hunter...
Your blood is tainted...
I can't ha... I can't help myself... hahaha haha...
What's that smell? ... The sweet blood, oh, it sings to me. It's enough to make a man sick
Ahh, Kos, or some say Kosm... Do you hear our prayers?
No, we shall not abandon the dream.
No one can catch us! No one can stop us now!
Ah hah hah ha! Ooh! Majestic! A hunter is a hunter, even in a dream. But, alas, not too fast! The nightmare swirls and churns unending!
As you once did for the vacuous Rom, grant us eyes, grant us eyes. Plant eyes on our brains, to cleanse our beastly idiocy.
The grand lake of mud, hidden now, from sight.
The cosmos, of course!
Let us sit about, and speak feverishly. Chatting into the wee hours of...
New ideas, of the higher plane!
Now I'm waking up, I'll forget everything...
Master, look! I've done it, I've done it! I smashed and pounded and grounded this rotten siren into fleshy pink pulp!
There, you filthy monstrosity! What good's your immortality now! Try stirring up trouble in this sorry state! All mangled and twisted, with every inside on the outside, for all the world to see! He heh hah hah Hah! He heh heh ha ha ha ha
Oh, you, is it? Look at this! Thanks to you, I've done it! Well? Isn't it wonderful?
Now Master can be canonized as a true martyr! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! I've done it, I have!!! Hah h-hah ha ha hah!
Shrouded by night, but with steady stride. Colored by blood, but always clear of mind.
Proud hunter of the church.
Beasts are a curse, and a curse is a shackle.
Only ye are the true blades of the church.
God I'm nauseous... Have you ever felt this? It's progressing. I can see things... I knew it, I'm different. I'm no beast... I... Oh... God, it feels awful... but, it proves that I'm chosen. Don't you see? How they writhe, writhe inside my head... It's... rather... rapturous..
Tee hee... My sweet hunter...
Your blood is tainted...
I can't ha... I can't help myself... hahaha haha...
What's that smell? ... The sweet blood, oh, it sings to me. It's enough to make a man sick
Ahh, Kos, or some say Kosm... Do you hear our prayers?
No, we shall not abandon the dream.
No one can catch us! No one can stop us now!
Ah hah hah ha! Ooh! Majestic! A hunter is a hunter, even in a dream. But, alas, not too fast! The nightmare swirls and churns unending!
As you once did for the vacuous Rom, grant us eyes, grant us eyes. Plant eyes on our brains, to cleanse our beastly idiocy.
The grand lake of mud, hidden now, from sight.
The cosmos, of course!
Let us sit about, and speak feverishly. Chatting into the wee hours of...
New ideas, of the higher plane!
Now I'm waking up, I'll forget everything...
Master, look! I've done it, I've done it! I smashed and pounded and grounded this rotten siren into fleshy pink pulp!
There, you filthy monstrosity! What good's your immortality now! Try stirring up trouble in this sorry state! All mangled and twisted, with every inside on the outside, for all the world to see! He heh hah hah Hah! He heh heh ha ha ha ha
Oh, you, is it? Look at this! Thanks to you, I've done it! Well? Isn't it wonderful?
Now Master can be canonized as a true martyr! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! I've done it, I have!!! Hah h-hah ha ha hah!
Shrouded by night, but with steady stride. Colored by blood, but always clear of mind.
Proud hunter of the church.
Beasts are a curse, and a curse is a shackle.
Only ye are the true blades of the church.
God I'm nauseous... Have you ever felt this? It's progressing. I can see things... I knew it, I'm different. I'm no beast... I... Oh... God, it feels awful... but, it proves that I'm chosen. Don't you see? How they writhe, writhe inside my head... It's... rather... rapturous..
Tee hee... My sweet hunter...
Your blood is tainted...
I can't ha... I can't help myself... hahaha haha...
What's that smell? ... The sweet blood, oh, it sings to me. It's enough to make a man sick
Ahh, Kos, or some say Kosm... Do you hear our prayers?
No, we shall not abandon the dream.
No one can catch us! No one can stop us now!
Ah hah hah ha! Ooh! Majestic! A hunter is a hunter, even in a dream. But, alas, not too fast! The nightmare swirls and churns unending!
As you once did for the vacuous Rom, grant us eyes, grant us eyes. Plant eyes on our brains, to cleanse our beastly idiocy.
The grand lake of mud, hidden now, from sight.
The cosmos, of course!
Let us sit about, and speak feverishly. Chatting into the wee hours of...
New ideas, of the higher plane!
Now I'm waking up, I'll forget everything...
Master, look! I've done it, I've done it! I smashed and pounded and grounded this rotten siren into fleshy pink pulp!
There, you filthy monstrosity! What good's your immortality now! Try stirring up trouble in this sorry state! All mangled and twisted, with every inside on the outside, for all the world to see! He heh hah hah Hah! He heh heh ha ha ha ha
Oh, you, is it? Look at this! Thanks to you, I've done it! Well? Isn't it wonderful?
Now Master can be canonized as a true martyr! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! I've done it, I have!!! Hah h-hah ha ha hah!
Shrouded by night, but with steady stride. Colored by blood, but always clear of mind.
Proud hunter of the church.
Beasts are a curse, and a curse is a shackle.
Only ye are the true blades of the church.
God I'm nauseous... Have you ever felt this? It's progressing. I can see things... I knew it, I'm different. I'm no beast... I... Oh... God, it feels awful... but, it proves that I'm chosen. Don't you see? How they writhe, writhe inside my head... It's... rather... rapturous..
Tee hee... My sweet hunter...
Your blood is tainted...
I can't ha... I can't help myself... hahaha haha...
What's that smell? ... The sweet blood, oh, it sings to me. It's enough to make a man sick
Ahh, Kos, or some say Kosm... Do you hear our prayers?
No, we shall not abandon the dream.
No one can catch us! No one can stop us now!
Ah hah hah ha! Ooh! Majestic! A hunter is a hunter, even in a dream. But, alas, not too fast! The nightmare swirls and churns unending!
As you once did for the vacuous Rom, grant us eyes, grant us eyes. Plant eyes on our brains, to cleanse our beastly idiocy.
The grand lake of mud, hidden now, from sight.
The cosmos, of course!
Let us sit about, and speak feverishly. Chatting into the wee hours of...
New ideas, of the higher plane!
Now I'm waking up, I'll forget everything...
Master, look! I've done it, I've done it! I smashed and pounded and grounded this rotten siren into fleshy pink pulp!
There, you filthy monstrosity! What good's your immortality now! Try stirring up trouble in this sorry state! All mangled and twisted, with every inside on the outside, for all the world to see! He heh hah hah Hah! He heh heh ha ha ha ha
Oh, you, is it? Look at this! Thanks to you, I've done it! Well? Isn't it wonderful?
Now Master can be canonized as a true martyr! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! I've done it, I have!!! Hah h-hah ha ha hah!
Shrouded by night, but with steady stride. Colored by blood, but always clear of mind.
Proud hunter of the church.
Beasts are a curse, and a curse is a shackle.
Only ye are the true blades of the church.
God I'm nauseous... Have you ever felt this? It's progressing. I can see things... I knew it, I'm different. I'm no beast... I... Oh... God, it feels awful... but, it proves that I'm chosen. Don't you see? How they writhe, writhe inside my head... It's... rather... rapturous..
Tee hee... My sweet hunter...
Your blood is tainted...
I can't ha... I can't help myself... hahaha haha...
What's that smell? ... The sweet blood, oh, it sings to me. It's enough to make a man sick
Ahh, Kos, or some say Kosm... Do you hear our prayers?
No, we shall not abandon the dream.
No one can catch us! No one can stop us now!
Ah hah hah ha! Ooh! Majestic! A hunter is a hunter, even in a dream. But, alas, not too fast! The nightmare swirls and churns unending!
As you once did for the vacuous Rom, grant us eyes, grant us eyes. Plant eyes on our brains, to cleanse our beastly idiocy.
The grand lake of mud, hidden now, from sight.
The cosmos, of course!
Let us sit about, and speak feverishly. Chatting into the wee hours of...
New ideas, of the higher plane!
Now I'm waking up, I'll forget everything...
Master, look! I've done it, I've done it! I smashed and pounded and grounded this rotten siren into fleshy pink pulp!
There, you filthy monstrosity! What good's your immortality now! Try stirring up trouble in this sorry state! All mangled and twisted, with every inside on the outside, for all the world to see! He heh hah hah Hah! He heh heh ha ha ha ha
Oh, you, is it? Look at this! Thanks to you, I've done it! Well? Isn't it wonderful?
Now Master can be canonized as a true martyr! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! I've done it, I have!!! Hah h-hah ha ha hah!
Shrouded by night, but with steady stride. Colored by blood, but always clear of mind.
Proud hunter of the church.
Beasts are a curse, and a curse is a shackle.
Only ye are the true blades of the church.
God I'm nauseous... Have you ever felt this? It's progressing. I can see things... I knew it, I'm different. I'm no beast... I... Oh... God, it feels awful... but, it proves that I'm chosen. Don't you see? How they writhe, writhe inside my head... It's... rather... rapturous..
Tee hee... My sweet hunter...
Your blood is tainted...
I can't ha... I can't help myself... hahaha haha...
What's that smell? ... The sweet blood, oh, it sings to me. It's enough to make a man sick
Ahh, Kos, or some say Kosm... Do you hear our prayers?
No, we shall not abandon the dream.
No one can catch us! No one can stop us now!
Ah hah hah ha! Ooh! Majestic! A hunter is a hunter, even in a dream. But, alas, not too fast! The nightmare swirls and churns unending!
As you once did for the vacuous Rom, grant us eyes, grant us eyes. Plant eyes on our brains, to cleanse our beastly idiocy.
The grand lake of mud, hidden now, from sight.
The cosmos, of course!
Let us sit about, and speak feverishly. Chatting into the wee hours of...
New ideas, of the higher plane!
Now I'm waking up, I'll forget everything...
Master, look! I've done it, I've done it! I smashed and pounded and grounded this rotten siren into fleshy pink pulp!
There, you filthy monstrosity! What good's your immortality now! Try stirring up trouble in this sorry state! All mangled and twisted, with every inside on the outside, for all the world to see! He heh hah hah Hah! He heh heh ha ha ha ha
Oh, you, is it? Look at this! Thanks to you, I've done it! Well? Isn't it wonderful?
Now Master can be canonized as a true martyr! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! I've done it, I have!!! Hah h-hah ha ha hah!
Shrouded by night, but with steady stride. Colored by blood, but always clear of mind.
Proud hunter of the church.
Beasts are a curse, and a curse is a shackle.
Only ye are the true blades of the church.
God I'm nauseous... Have you ever felt this? It's progressing. I can see things... I knew it, I'm different. I'm no beast... I... Oh... God, it feels awful... but, it proves that I'm chosen. Don't you see? How they writhe, writhe inside my head... It's... rather... rapturous..
Tee hee... My sweet hunter...
Your blood is tainted...
I can't ha... I can't help myself... hahaha haha...
What's that smell? ... The sweet blood, oh, it sings to me. It's enough to make a man sick
Ahh, Kos, or some say Kosm... Do you hear our prayers?
No, we shall not abandon the dream.
No one can catch us! No one can stop us now!
Ah hah hah ha! Ooh! Majestic! A hunter is a hunter, even in a dream. But, alas, not too fast! The nightmare swirls and churns unending!
As you once did for the vacuous Rom, grant us eyes, grant us eyes. Plant eyes on our brains, to cleanse our beastly idiocy.
The grand lake of mud, hidden now, from sight.
The cosmos, of course!
Let us sit about, and speak feverishly. Chatting into the wee hours of...
New ideas, of the higher plane!
Now I'm waking up, I'll forget everything...
Master, look! I've done it, I've done it! I smashed and pounded and grounded this rotten siren into fleshy pink pulp!
There, you filthy monstrosity! What good's your immortality now! Try stirring up trouble in this sorry state! All mangled and twisted, with every inside on the outside, for all the world to see! He heh hah hah Hah! He heh heh ha ha ha ha
Oh, you, is it? Look at this! Thanks to you, I've done it! Well? Isn't it wonderful?
Now Master can be canonized as a true martyr! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! I've done it, I have!!! Hah h-hah ha ha hah!
Shrouded by night, but with steady stride. Colored by blood, but always clear of mind.
Proud hunter of the church.
Beasts are a curse, and a curse is a shackle.
Only ye are the true blades of the church.
God I'm nauseous... Have you ever felt this? It's progressing. I can see things... I knew it, I'm different. I'm no beast... I... Oh... God, it feels awful... but, it proves that I'm chosen. Don't you see? How they writhe, writhe inside my head... It's... rather... rapturous..
Tee hee... My sweet hunter...
Your blood is tainted...
I can't ha... I can't help myself... hahaha haha...
What's that smell? ... The sweet blood, oh, it sings to me. It's enough to make a man sick
Ahh, Kos, or some say Kosm... Do you hear our prayers?
No, we shall not abandon the dream.
No one can catch us! No one can stop us now!
Ah hah hah ha! Ooh! Majestic! A hunter is a hunter, even in a dream. But, alas, not too fast! The nightmare swirls and churns unending!
As you once did for the vacuous Rom, grant us eyes, grant us eyes. Plant eyes on our brains, to cleanse our beastly idiocy.
The grand lake of mud, hidden now, from sight.
The cosmos, of course!
Let us sit about, and speak feverishly. Chatting into the wee hours of...
New ideas, of the higher plane!
Now I'm waking up, I'll forget everything...
Master, look! I've done it, I've done it! I smashed and pounded and grounded this rotten siren into fleshy pink pulp!
There, you filthy monstrosity! What good's your immortality now! Try stirring up trouble in this sorry state! All mangled and twisted, with every inside on the outside, for all the world to see! He heh hah hah Hah! He heh heh ha ha ha ha
Oh, you, is it? Look at this! Thanks to you, I've done it! Well? Isn't it wonderful?
Now Master can be canonized as a true martyr! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! I've done it, I have!!! Hah h-hah ha ha hah!
Shrouded by night, but with steady stride. Colored by blood, but always clear of mind.
Proud hunter of the church.
Beasts are a curse, and a curse is a shackle.
Only ye are the true blades of the church.
God I'm nauseous... Have you ever felt this? It's progressing. I can see things... I knew it, I'm different. I'm no beast... I... Oh... God, it feels awful... but, it proves that I'm chosen. Don't you see? How they writhe, writhe inside my head... It's... rather... rapturous..
Tee hee... My sweet hunter...
Your blood is tainted...
I can't ha... I can't help myself... hahaha haha...
What's that smell? ... The sweet blood, oh, it sings to me. It's enough to make a man sick
Ahh, Kos, or some say Kosm... Do you hear our prayers?
No, we shall not abandon the dream.
No one can catch us! No one can stop us now!
Ah hah hah ha! Ooh! Majestic! A hunter is a hunter, even in a dream. But, alas, not too fast! The nightmare swirls and churns unending!
As you once did for the vacuous Rom, grant us eyes, grant us eyes. Plant eyes on our brains, to cleanse our beastly idiocy.
The grand lake of mud, hidden now, from sight.
The cosmos, of course!
Let us sit about, and speak feverishly. Chatting into the wee hours of...
New ideas, of the higher plane!
Now I'm waking up, I'll forget everything...
Master, look! I've done it, I've done it! I smashed and pounded and grounded this rotten siren into fleshy pink pulp!
There, you filthy monstrosity! What good's your immortality now! Try stirring up trouble in this sorry state! All mangled and twisted, with every inside on the outside, for all the world to see! He heh hah hah Hah! He heh heh ha ha ha ha
Oh, you, is it? Look at this! Thanks to you, I've done it! Well? Isn't it wonderful?
Now Master can be canonized as a true martyr! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! I've done it, I have!!! Hah h-hah ha ha hah!
Shrouded by night, but with steady stride. Colored by blood, but always clear of mind.
Proud hunter of the church.
Beasts are a curse, and a curse is a shackle.
Only ye are the true blades of the church.
God I'm nauseous... Have you ever felt this? It's progressing. I can see things... I knew it, I'm different. I'm no beast... I... Oh... God, it feels awful... but, it proves that I'm chosen. Don't you see? How they writhe, writhe inside my head... It's... rather... rapturous..
Tee hee... My sweet hunter...
Your blood is tainted...
I can't ha... I can't help myself... hahaha haha...
What's that smell? ... The sweet blood, oh, it sings to me. It's enough to make a man sick
Ahh, Kos, or some say Kosm... Do you hear our prayers?
No, we shall not abandon the dream.
No one can catch us! No one can stop us now!
Ah hah hah ha! Ooh! Majestic! A hunter is a hunter, even in a dream. But, alas, not too fast! The nightmare swirls and churns unending!
As you once did for the vacuous Rom, grant us eyes, grant us eyes. Plant eyes on our brains, to cleanse our beastly idiocy.
The grand lake of mud, hidden now, from sight.
The cosmos, of course!
Let us sit about, and speak feverishly. Chatting into the wee hours of...
New ideas, of the higher plane!
Now I'm waking up, I'll forget everything...
Master, look! I've done it, I've done it! I smashed and pounded and grounded this rotten siren into fleshy pink pulp!
There, you filthy monstrosity! What good's your immortality now! Try stirring up trouble in this sorry state! All mangled and twisted, with every inside on the outside, for all the world to see! He heh hah hah Hah! He heh heh ha ha ha ha
Oh, you, is it? Look at this! Thanks to you, I've done it! Well? Isn't it wonderful?
Now Master can be canonized as a true martyr! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! I've done it, I have!!! Hah h-hah ha ha hah!
Shrouded by night, but with steady stride. Colored by blood, but always clear of mind.
Proud hunter of the church.
Beasts are a curse, and a curse is a shackle.
Only ye are the true blades of the church.
God I'm nauseous... Have you ever felt this? It's progressing. I can see things... I knew it, I'm different. I'm no beast... I... Oh... God, it feels awful... but, it proves that I'm chosen. Don't you see? How they writhe, writhe inside my head... It's... rather... rapturous..
Tee hee... My sweet hunter...
Your blood is tainted...
I can't ha... I can't help myself... hahaha haha...
What's that smell? ... The sweet blood, oh, it sings to me. It's enough to make a man sick
Ahh, Kos, or some say Kosm... Do you hear our prayers?
No, we shall not abandon the dream.
No one can catch us! No one can stop us now!
Ah hah hah ha! Ooh! Majestic! A hunter is a hunter, even in a dream. But, alas, not too fast! The nightmare swirls and churns unending!
As you once did for the vacuous Rom, grant us eyes, grant us eyes. Plant eyes on our brains, to cleanse our beastly idiocy.
The grand lake of mud, hidden now, from sight.
The cosmos, of course!
Let us sit about, and speak feverishly. Chatting into the wee hours of...
New ideas, of the higher plane!
Now I'm waking up, I'll forget everything...
Master, look! I've done it, I've done it! I smashed and pounded and grounded this rotten siren into fleshy pink pulp!
There, you filthy monstrosity! What good's your immortality now! Try stirring up trouble in this sorry state! All mangled and twisted, with every inside on the outside, for all the world to see! He heh hah hah Hah! He heh heh ha ha ha ha
Oh, you, is it? Look at this! Thanks to you, I've done it! Well? Isn't it wonderful?
Now Master can be canonized as a true martyr! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! I've done it, I have!!! Hah h-hah ha ha hah!
Shrouded by night, but with steady stride. Colored by blood, but always clear of mind.
Proud hunter of the church.
Beasts are a curse, and a curse is a shackle.
Only ye are the true blades of the church.
God I'm nauseous... Have you ever felt this? It's progressing. I can see things... I knew it, I'm different. I'm no beast... I... Oh... God, it feels awful... but, it proves that I'm chosen. Don't you see? How they writhe, writhe inside my head... It's... rather... rapturous..
Tee hee... My sweet hunter...
Your blood is tainted...
I can't ha... I can't help myself... hahaha haha...
What's that smell? ... The sweet blood, oh, it sings to me. It's enough to make a man sick
Ahh, Kos, or some say Kosm... Do you hear our prayers?
No, we shall not abandon the dream.
No one can catch us! No one can stop us now!
Ah hah hah ha! Ooh! Majestic! A hunter is a hunter, even in a dream. But, alas, not too fast! The nightmare swirls and churns unending!
As you once did for the vacuous Rom, grant us eyes, grant us eyes. Plant eyes on our brains, to cleanse our beastly idiocy.
The grand lake of mud, hidden now, from sight.
The cosmos, of course!
Let us sit about, and speak feverishly. Chatting into the wee hours of...
New ideas, of the higher plane!
Now I'm waking up, I'll forget everything...
Master, look! I've done it, I've done it! I smashed and pounded and grounded this rotten siren into fleshy pink pulp!
There, you filthy monstrosity! What good's your immortality now! Try stirring up trouble in this sorry state! All mangled and twisted, with every inside on the outside, for all the world to see! He heh hah hah Hah! He heh heh ha ha ha ha
Oh, you, is it? Look at this! Thanks to you, I've done it! Well? Isn't it wonderful?
Now Master can be canonized as a true martyr! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! I've done it, I have!!! Hah h-hah ha ha hah!
Shrouded by night, but with steady stride. Colored by blood, but always clear of mind.
Proud hunter of the church.
Beasts are a curse, and a curse is a shackle.
Only ye are the true blades of the church.
God I'm nauseous... Have you ever felt this? It's progressing. I can see things... I knew it, I'm different. I'm no beast... I... Oh... God, it feels awful... but, it proves that I'm chosen. Don't you see? How they writhe, writhe inside my head... It's... rather... rapturous..
Tee hee... My sweet hunter...
Your blood is tainted...
I can't ha... I can't help myself... hahaha haha...
What's that smell? ... The sweet blood, oh, it sings to me. It's enough to make a man sick
Ahh, Kos, or some say Kosm... Do you hear our prayers?
No, we shall not abandon the dream.
No one can catch us! No one can stop us now!
Ah hah hah ha! Ooh! Majestic! A hunter is a hunter, even in a dream. But, alas, not too fast! The nightmare swirls and churns unending!
As you once did for the vacuous Rom, grant us eyes, grant us eyes. Plant eyes on our brains, to cleanse our beastly idiocy.
The grand lake of mud, hidden now, from sight.
The cosmos, of course!
Let us sit about, and speak feverishly. Chatting into the wee hours of...
New ideas, of the higher plane!
Now I'm waking up, I'll forget everything...
Master, look! I've done it, I've done it! I smashed and pounded and grounded this rotten siren into fleshy pink pulp!
There, you filthy monstrosity! What good's your immortality now! Try stirring up trouble in this sorry state! All mangled and twisted, with every inside on the outside, for all the world to see! He heh hah hah Hah! He heh heh ha ha ha ha
Oh, you, is it? Look at this! Thanks to you, I've done it! Well? Isn't it wonderful?
Now Master can be canonized as a true martyr! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! I've done it, I have!!! Hah h-hah ha ha hah!
Shrouded by night, but with steady stride. Colored by blood, but always clear of mind.
Proud hunter of the church.
Beasts are a curse, and a curse is a shackle.
Only ye are the true blades of the church.
God I'm nauseous... Have you ever felt this? It's progressing. I can see things... I knew it, I'm different. I'm no beast... I... Oh... God, it feels awful... but, it proves that I'm chosen. Don't you see? How they writhe, writhe inside my head... It's... rather... rapturous..
Tee hee... My sweet hunter...
Your blood is tainted...
I can't ha... I can't help myself... hahaha haha...
What's that smell? ... The sweet blood, oh, it sings to me. It's enough to make a man sick
Ahh, Kos, or some say Kosm... Do you hear our prayers?
No, we shall not abandon the dream.
No one can catch us! No one can stop us now!
Ah hah hah ha! Ooh! Majestic! A hunter is a hunter, even in a dream. But, alas, not too fast! The nightmare swirls and churns unending!
As you once did for the vacuous Rom, grant us eyes, grant us eyes. Plant eyes on our brains, to cleanse our beastly idiocy.
The grand lake of mud, hidden now, from sight.
The cosmos, of course!
Let us sit about, and speak feverishly. Chatting into the wee hours of...
New ideas, of the higher plane!
Now I'm waking up, I'll forget everything...
Master, look! I've done it, I've done it! I smashed and pounded and grounded this rotten siren into fleshy pink pulp!
There, you filthy monstrosity! What good's your immortality now! Try stirring up trouble in this sorry state! All mangled and twisted, with every inside on the outside, for all the world to see! He heh hah hah Hah! He heh heh ha ha ha ha
Oh, you, is it? Look at this! Thanks to you, I've done it! Well? Isn't it wonderful?
Now Master can be canonized as a true martyr! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! I've done it, I have!!! Hah h-hah ha ha hah!
Shrouded by night, but with steady stride. Colored by blood, but always clear of mind.
Proud hunter of the church.
Beasts are a curse, and a curse is a shackle.
Only ye are the true blades of the church.
God I'm nauseous... Have you ever felt this? It's progressing. I can see things... I knew it, I'm different. I'm no beast... I... Oh... God, it feels awful... but, it proves that I'm chosen. Don't you see? How they writhe, writhe inside my head... It's... rather... rapturous..
Tee hee... My sweet hunter...
Your blood is tainted...
I can't ha... I can't help myself... hahaha haha...
What's that smell? ... The sweet blood, oh, it sings to me. It's enough to make a man sick
Ahh, Kos, or some say Kosm... Do you hear our prayers?
No, we shall not abandon the dream.
No one can catch us! No one can stop us now!
Ah hah hah ha! Ooh! Majestic! A hunter is a hunter, even in a dream. But, alas, not too fast! The nightmare swirls and churns unending!
As you once did for the vacuous Rom, grant us eyes, grant us eyes. Plant eyes on our brains, to cleanse our beastly idiocy.
The grand lake of mud, hidden now, from sight.
The cosmos, of course!
Let us sit about, and speak feverishly. Chatting into the wee hours of...
New ideas, of the higher plane!
Now I'm waking up, I'll forget everything...
Master, look! I've done it, I've done it! I smashed and pounded and grounded this rotten siren into fleshy pink pulp!
There, you filthy monstrosity! What good's your immortality now! Try stirring up trouble in this sorry state! All mangled and twisted, with every inside on the outside, for all the world to see! He heh hah hah Hah! He heh heh ha ha ha ha
Oh, you, is it? Look at this! Thanks to you, I've done it! Well? Isn't it wonderful?
Now Master can be canonized as a true martyr! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! I've done it, I have!!! Hah h-hah ha ha hah!
Shrouded by night, but with steady stride. Colored by blood, but always clear of mind.
Proud hunter of the church.
Beasts are a curse, and a curse is a shackle.
Only ye are the true blades of the church.
God I'm nauseous... Have you ever felt this? It's progressing. I can see things... I knew it, I'm different. I'm no beast... I... Oh... God, it feels awful... but, it proves that I'm chosen. Don't you see? How they writhe, writhe inside my head... It's... rather... rapturous..
Tee hee... My sweet hunter...
Your blood is tainted...
I can't ha... I can't help myself... hahaha haha...
What's that smell? ... The sweet blood, oh, it sings to me. It's enough to make a man sick
Ahh, Kos, or some say Kosm... Do you hear our prayers?
No, we shall not abandon the dream.
No one can catch us! No one can stop us now!
Ah hah hah ha! Ooh! Majestic! A hunter is a hunter, even in a dream. But, alas, not too fast! The nightmare swirls and churns unending!
As you once did for the vacuous Rom, grant us eyes, grant us eyes. Plant eyes on our brains, to cleanse our beastly idiocy.
The grand lake of mud, hidden now, from sight.
The cosmos, of course!
Let us sit about, and speak feverishly. Chatting into the wee hours of...
New ideas, of the higher plane!
Now I'm waking up, I'll forget everything...
Master, look! I've done it, I've done it! I smashed and pounded and grounded this rotten siren into fleshy pink pulp!
There, you filthy monstrosity! What good's your immortality now! Try stirring up trouble in this sorry state! All mangled and twisted, with every inside on the outside, for all the world to see! He heh hah hah Hah! He heh heh ha ha ha ha
Oh, you, is it? Look at this! Thanks to you, I've done it! Well? Isn't it wonderful?
Now Master can be canonized as a true martyr! Ha ha ha ha ha ha! I've done it, I have!!! Hah h-hah ha ha hah!
Shrouded by night, but with steady stride. Colored by blood, but always clear of mind.
Proud hunter of the church.
Beasts are a curse, and a curse is a shackle.
Only ye are the true blades of the church.
God I'm nauseous... Have you ever felt this? It's progressing. I can see things... I knew it, I'm different. I'm no beast... I... Oh... God, it feels awful... but, it proves that I'm chosen. Don't you see? How they writhe, writhe inside my head... It's... rather... rapturous..
Tee hee... My sweet hunter...
Your blood is tainted...
I can't ha... I can't help myself... hahaha haha...
What's that smell? ... The sweet blood, oh, it sings to me. It's enough to make a man sick

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