| Tremble thou earth, crackle thine skies
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| The creatures swarm out in masses
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| Blessed the cursed, monster arise
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| Lucifer’s gate no one passes
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| In the moonlight bonfire burns bright
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| He looks down with disdain from on high
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| Praise the King on the Head Staker’s Mountain
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| And no further warning, on your knees
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| Praise the King on the Head Staker’s Mountain
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| The world in mourning, on your knees
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| Blood soaken soil, vermin and flies
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| The pikes are raised like a forest
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| Rebellion foiled, headless bodies in piles
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| Lord Dragon’s justice is glorious
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| In the moonlight bonfire burns bright
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| He looks down with disdain from on high
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| Praise the King on the Head Staker’s Mountain
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| And no further warning, on your knees
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| Praise the King on the Head Staker’s Mountain
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| The world in mourning, on your knees
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| Mothers to rape and fathers to flay
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| Rip off the limbs of the babies
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| The night is his cape, vipers for hair
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| God is deaf to his praying
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| In the moonlight bonfire burns bright
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| He looks down with disdain from on high
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| Praise the King on the Head Staker’s Mountain
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| And no further warning, on your knees
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| Praise the King on the Head Staker’s Mountain
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| The world in mourning, on your knees
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| Praise the King on the Head Staker’s Mountain
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| And no further warning, on your knees |