| Our mother God we hold the sword in holy times
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| We are the war, we never see the light
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| The order call, we all will take more human wine
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| And we toast to the night
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| We fold our hands, we keep the bible in our minds
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| Our father God, we are the hordes of Cain
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| And though you run we will take you and we find
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| Any type, any vein
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| We drink your blood
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| When the midnight sky is red
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| We drink your blood
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| And we call the sanguine saints
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| We drink your blood
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| When the midnight sky is red
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| We drink your blood
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| And we open your veins
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| Our father lord, we are the demons of the wild
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| When all we pray, stand the fight as one
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| We tame the storm, we are the martyrs in the light
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| Take your soul when you run
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| We are the dark, we are the saints of blood at night
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| We hear the call, when the moon shines red
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| We grab your body, in morning all we are
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| Satisfied when you are dead
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| We drink your blood
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| When the midnight sky is red
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| We drink your blood
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| And we call the sanguine saints
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| We drink your blood
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| When the midnight sky is red
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| We drink your blood
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| And we open your veins
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| We drink, we drink, we drink your blood
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| Kyrie eleison
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| We drink, we drink, we drink your blood
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| Kyrie eleison
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| We drink your blood
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| When the midnight sky is red
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| We drink your blood
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| And we call the sanguine saints
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| We drink your blood
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| When the midnight sky is red
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| We drink your blood
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| And we open your veins
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| We drink your blood |