| Burning like a fire, boiling in your heart
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| A metal lightning ripping you apart
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| Unleash the fury from the depths of hell
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| Creator of heavens, farewell!
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| And now they’re circling the edge of disaster
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| Black moths engaging the flame
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| And your greed intercepting the cluster
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| Souls of the fallen locked up in chains
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| Baptise them in unholy waters
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| And herd thy sheeplings into the slaughter
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| All relief, smothered by grief
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| Hail to thee, Descrator
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| Crawling through the myre, break th evil oath
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| Shackled by tethers of black magic art
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| Your wicked daggers penetrate their brains And they’re becoming insane
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| And now they’re circling the edge of disaster
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| Black moths engaging the flame
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| And your greed intercepting the cluster
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| Souls of the fallen locked up in chains
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| Baptise them in unholy waters
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| And herd thy sheeplings into the slaughter
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| All relief, smothered by grief
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| Hail to thee, Desecrator of corpses |