| Gather around, let me tell you a tale
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| Of masters, of slaves and the graves where each of them fell
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| My desolate shrine you’ve made holy it seems
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| A haven for murder and torture and monstrous beings
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| Women and children, they’re all the same
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| The cursed that’s bestowed upon me is to blame
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| Ripping and tearing at throats with disdain
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| Onto their deathbeds they fell
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| In my spell
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| A shepherd back from Hell
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| With a bloodshot stare
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| Held captive in my lair
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| None shall hear your prayers
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| Father confessor, kiss the ring on his hand
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| Oh how the holy revel in cursing the damned
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| When even the saintly have their perverted dreams
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| Which one’s the devil, the priest, or this monstrous being?
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| For I among many things
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| A monstrous being
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| An abhorrent bloodsucking fiend
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| I’ll leave you all barren and blind
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| An immortal to end all mankind
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| A world full of kings, thieves and monstrous beings
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| Where robed men of God cast out spirits unclean
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| Lord of the unlight, I take flight through the sky
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| And you’ll pray to a creature whose bleeding you dry |