| Angels with phallic smiles release toxins with in the isles
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| Born again from a deformed ritual
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| Lock up your daughters, hurry now
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| Do you still have your limbs?
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| Then you can run and catch up with the rest.
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| They’re feeding!
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| What now? |
| Your bloods infected
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| Its all sinister and masturbated
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| Let go of his neck
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| You’ll find no glory among the dead
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| Do you still have your limbs?
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| Then you can run and catch up with the rest.
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| They’re feeding!
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| They’re gonna get you, they’re gonna catch you
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| Take stakes and hatchets from in the ballroom
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| You shouldn’t play with dead things
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| You shouldn’t blame the dead things
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| Wipe the blood from your face
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| The bloods on your face
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| We are the hunters
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| Here’s for the hunters
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| Here they come, sleep well tonight
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| The snakes with rifles unleash in flight
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| They’re coming for you, so head for the storeroom
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| And get your positions
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| Bury, Bury the corpses, Lucifer’s crypt
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| Finding, finding out something, inside my heart
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| Bury, bury the corpses, the witches turn to stone
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| The price you pay for dignity |