Death, death comes sweeping down.

Filthy death, the leering clown.

Death on wings, death by surprise.

Failing evil from worldly eyes.

Death that spawns as life succumbs, while death in love, two kindred drums, beat the time till Judgment Day, an actor in a passion play without beginning without end ever more amen

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say you love Satan Something has put the fear of death Something has put the fear of death in the living and sent the dead running for their lives.

Welcome to the Say You Love Satan 80s horror podcast. This is your host, Stephanie.

Oh, bear these tidings to great Lucifer.

Say Fausta stoth surrender up his soul,

so he will spare him four and twenty years.

To give me whatsoever I shall ask,

To tell me whatsoever I demand,

To slay mine enemies,

And aid my friends,

And always be obedient to my will.

I will. Joining me tonight are Jesse.

You will see the fetishists and the weirdos, the twilight ones, whose overpowering thoughts find outlets in unnatural ways.

I've got soap in my eye.

Oh, get me a towel, will you?

Please, there aren't any more towels here.

The living dead and the dying living.

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