| Beware the father who won’t raise his fist high
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| Beware the mother, stupefied in fright
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| Beware the evil growing in that silent child
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| Beware the demons inside every simple mind
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| Faith will shepherd lambs to martyrdom
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| But really we slaughter 'em
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| Come receive judgement so unjust
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| In the Church of Succubus
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| Heed thee our warning for you cannot prevail
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| Prithee don’t linger, chivalry grows stale
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| Be thee defender, we will tell your woeful tale
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| We feed our hunger on the hero dressed in mail
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| Did you see the champion struck down
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| There’s just one place for you now
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| Come receive judgement so unjust in
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| The Church of Succubus
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| You will never be found, not a sight
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| Not a sound, forever forgotten
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| And the heroes will fall In the castles
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| And halls, their bodies all rotten
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| The fields of war
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| Playgrounds of the demon
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| Armies are formed
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| And one King to lead them
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| The mouth of hell full of heathen
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| The King did cry «Hold fast the lines!»
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| Steady, brace yourselves, do not flinch
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| The defenders fell, inch by inch
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| That tolling bell when the blood will rain
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| Yeah now the blood will rain
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| Kill all the light, fight the only fight
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| And take a bow, the master arrives
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| Bemoan the evil
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| Devouring that stricken child
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| Bemoan the demons
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| Ruling every simple mind
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| Faith will shepherd lambs to martyrdom
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| But really we slaughter 'em
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| Come receive judgement so unjust
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| In the Church of Succubus
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| Standing on the shoulders of giants
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| Watching from the statues of doom
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| And power from histories tyrants
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| What of the Beast of the Moon?
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| As fast as a lightning
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| And louder than thunder
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| Grim are the faces of the dead
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| He has arrived, who wilIl survive?
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| Into the breach impale the beast
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| And the sky is red so raise the dead
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| Look in the eyes of the damned
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| Believe in the lie written in the sand
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| The master calls, hear the horns!
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| Hail the King, fear not now
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| He has slain Moonbeast
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| And so selebrate glory days
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| We have saved our homes
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| We can’t see what will be
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| It will bury all our hope |