| When you feel the darkness calling out your name
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| Don’t try to fight the power surge
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| Don’t you laugh for this is not a game
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| You’re powerless, don’t resist the urge
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| So many black hearts answering the call
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| Legions of the musically possessed
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| Congregations joining in our free-for-all
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| Unleashing all the rage they’ve repressed
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| Come to us, succumb to lust
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| Give in to the ministry of sin
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| You know the drill, do as you will
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| Dance like the demons of the din
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| All will yearn for our nocturne
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| The dawning of our cult is at hand
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| Come and pray, we know the way
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| Bow to the tempo of the damned
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| We are all leaders of the horde
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| Keeper of the apes of wrath
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| Heed the call of the volume, Lord
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| High priest of the bloodbath
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| Serve unto us, surrender us your souls
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| Rewards you will receive
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| And when the tempo has taken control
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| Even the heretic’s will believe
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| Come to us, succumb to lust
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| Give in to the ministry of sin
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| You know the drill, do as you will
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| Dance like the demons of the din
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| All will yearn for our nocturne
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| The dawning of our cult is at hand
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| Come and pray, we know the way
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| Bow, bow, bow to the tempo of the damned |