| The symptoms on the rotten boy was not the usual ones
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| Spiritual invasion on he’s undisputed soul
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| Took him out for cleansing to a place they thought would heal
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| That it was a haunted church was soon to them revealed
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| Generates the seed within him
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| It’s sick and spectral in a sence of viewing
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| The room seemes moving but still it’s lifeless
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| And on the wall hangs the cross with jesus wheeping
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| Boy keeps rotting, shaking, spewing on the churches floor
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| The demon deep inside him is determined to triumph
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| The church inbreeds a horror feel, it sounds as if it calls
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| Suddenly the boy lays still his fucking head is cracked
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| Rotten boy — rotts — something seeped out through his skull
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| Left his corpse — trown — cast into the churches halls
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| Voices whisper, chanting, calling churning through the fundament
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| Boy is dead the demon’s free to haunt the church of deviance
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| Voices whisper, chanting, calling churning through the fundament
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| Boy is dead the demon’s free — church of deviance
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| Pure evil is upon them and embrace the church
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| Sin and vile disorder burst into a sickened rage
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| Chaste and clean the puny father tries to hide from death — pain — deviance
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| Doors are looked there’s no escape from this place
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| No one leaves this haunted building without getting scared
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| Demonized no light protects them from the force which is done when some souls
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| are wasted
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| The church’s now rotten and haunted for all times
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| Who ever challenged the way’s of the dark side
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| Until the next one comes the force is in it’s rest
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| And those who brought the rotten boy now suffers death
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| Voices whisper, chanting, calling churning through the fundament
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| Boy is dead the demon’s free to haunt the church of deviance
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| Voices whisper, chanting, calling churning through the fundament
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| Boy is dead the demon’s free to haunt the church of deviance |