| This time it’s war
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| Ghouls attack the church
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| Crush the trinity dead
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| They’ll try to board the windows
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| But there’s too much glass and gold
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| To hell you’ve sold your souls for seven silver coins
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| And every child you’ve defiled
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| Religion hangs and we are the tiers of the noose
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| The blackened bearer of truth
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| Onward we fight yank the deadened Christ-pig right off of that cross
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| Stab in him in the side again it’s none of our loss
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| This time no more feeble minds will not be hypnotized by their disease
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| Behold infinite bringers of the night
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| Black flame of Satan burning foul and bright
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| We kindred bringers of the night
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| Your blood our sweet delight
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| Ye unholy fiends from depths of black
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| Turn every fucking cross you see to hell
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| Defecate in holy waters
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| Instill much fear and poison every well
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| Unholy fiends driven by will
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| The time has come to see their Christ is killed
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| His fabrications muted dead and gone
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| We’ll sing this song forever or until
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| Legion six hundred sixty six
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| No evangelist shall stand before me
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| Bury his memory into black
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| And with might attack all who oppose
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| You will behold infinite
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| Bringers of the night
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| Black flame of Satan burning foul and bright
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| We kindred bringers of the night
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| Your blood our sweet delight |