Hate Internal Malady

H.I.M. is I and I is H.I.M.
His Infernal Majesty

Many have tried, but nothing can ever topple me
I possess a monopoly on lost souls
An inverted cross crowns my throne well sharpened horns crown my dome
They claim it's hot, but everything you touch is ice cold
Picture perfect virgins bathing with Bathory
Beautiful black haired sirens sing hymns of agony
Chambers filled with heads of state
In nine perfect circles with their mother fucking heads impaled on stakes
Fuck 'To Thine Own Self Be True'
-Rape, Murder, Kill!-
Do What Thou Wilt
Five candles circle a five pointed star
Recite forbidden scripture, you made the call
Guess what mother fucker, now here we are

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