| Black gate of the mortal
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| Sabbath held in thy honor, summon the anti-god
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| Is there nothing sacred, is there nothing pure?
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| Cool winds are abound me, from this fire well breath
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| Embracing the myth
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| Everything I am to believe
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| Embracing the evil
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| Everything that surrounds who I am
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| Smoke will rise from the graves of our elders once slain
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| Crack the whip, night draws near, darkness swallows me whole
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| Worship upon the dead, praise all Harassathoth
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| Satan summon ka-put ancients forces arise
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| Beelzebub suck my balls, Beelzebub will suck my balls!
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| Corpses' rise from your tomb
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| Paint thy light unto dark
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| Is there nothing sacred?
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| Sexual urge for the dead
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| War, holy war
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| Infernal names invoke the storm
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| The end of man has come to pass
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| Goatwhore shall reign supreme!
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| Lust for the dead in the cold night, a chill grasps my breath
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| I hold onto nothing, for this I shall fall
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| Smoke a bowl, read thy necronomicon
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| Balls of fire, erupt from the pyre
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| Of unholiness in my mind
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| Abaudahdine is honored to behold black metal sabbath!
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| Shootin' up to get my rush
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| This time I think I’ll take too much
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| Barely breathing, profusely bleeding
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| I’d get my gun, if I could move
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| And put myself in the ground
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| Take a pill get all low, high again you jones
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| Twisting convulsing, overdosing, skin turns pale
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| Writhing in sweat, moribund death comes for you
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| Slicing your wrist as you die you now want to live
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| (backing vokills by the choir of the damned featuring Dave Otero of
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| Serberus, Dirk Trujillo of Evulsion, Ron of Mandrake, Keith and Tina
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| Sanchez, Than and Keith of Deadspeed.) |