| Eventide rise for ritual
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| With the thrill of a kill vengefully the engine will
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| Roar forth steer the dead leave forced
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| Driven by fear shift gears veer towards
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| The foolishly equipped swift these
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| Failed bids breathed taillights from the crypt
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| Reflect upon the way beyond redemption
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| Let the necronometer beckon for the destined
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| Blessed when first lent sin then condemned to bear the burden
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| Of this curse the consequence of which can never be averted
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| Each tormented attempt that is made in vain
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| To evade this debt which is certain to be paid
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| Without question is met with a counterclocked surge
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| In reverse as if backmasked words of the black mass were
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| All heard by a clutch engaged
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| Over trails blazed to the western gates
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| Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides
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| Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides
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| Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides
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| Hell burns by angel turns her pillow to the cooler side
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| Something diabolical
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| Idle hands are bound for the
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| Damned once sam went down to georgia
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| Speed was forged of the divine salt
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| Mined from the vaults of flame by the lost
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| Named as those sought as faults rests beneath
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| The wrong that was spawned from the tired screech
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| Of essence halted engulfed in the scent of exhaustion
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| A false witness with the sensed end is brought
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| To bended knees when abandoned belief in The mephistophelian plea for wicked unleashed sends
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| Heed to reap grim an infernally decreed
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| Reposession vested in the fallen creed called on to retrieve
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| Meed with the fueled intention of deprived intervention
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| The thundered calm that comes from the rattle of descension
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| Numbs the panicked from a havoc that reeks of oil
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| Barreling down this mortal coil
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| Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides
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| Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides
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| Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides
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| Hell burns by angel turns her pillow to the cooler side
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| Something diabolical
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| Tonight belongs to him
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| Tonight belongs to him
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| Tonight belongs to him
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| Tonight belongs to him
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| To him
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| To him
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| To him
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| To him |