| black magic rites on this black evil night
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| begin with the slice of the blade
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| metal and blood come together as one
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| onlookers they gasp in dismay
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| taste the sweet blood of one another
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| sharing without any greed
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| bang you head as if up from the dead
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| intense metal is all that you need
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| murder in the front row
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| crowd begins to bang
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| and there’s blood upon the stage
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| bang you head against the stage
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| and metal takes its price
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| bonded by blood
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| metal takes hold death starts to unfold
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| it’s loud like the worlds at an end
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| your in a blood fury the metal won’t stop
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| onlookers they bang at command
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| cutting your palm and drinking your blood
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| the power that few others dare
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| you feed the need to go out and kill
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| the same need that your blood brother shares
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| murder in the front row crowd begins to bang
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| and there’s blood upon the stage
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| bang your head against the stage
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| and metal takes its price
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| bonded by blood |