| We’ve come again to end my friends
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| The winds of change shall swirl up a din
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| The beast is shifting shapes again
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| Weaponized to the teeth while we grin
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| The years go by in the blink of an eye of an old withered man,
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| Our dreams lost to the sands of bastard time what was our crime?
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| But to exist? |
| We’ll be sent before the devil hell we’re on his list
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| Onto the gates of pearl we piss our tribute
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| Open your flesh and let the beast flow through you
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| Your abysmal heart
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| Black as pitch and dead right from the start
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| This century the nightworld is ours
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| That cannot die which eternally is dead
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| Two in the place of a once severed head
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| Hydra of bone and its swirling dance
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| Hypnotizing the weak in its trance
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| The years they fleet like the words of the meek
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| In the face of the storm bear witness as this hell is born
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| Unto this earth we are their curse we are truth
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| If you seek eternal life we are its living proof
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| The gates glided in gold our blackened entrance
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| Open your veins and pay the demon penance
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| From your abysmal heart
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| Black as pitch and dead right from the start
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| The century the nightworld is ours
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| Deliver us relentless deliver us the damned
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| The dead we’re still here walking with blood upon our hands
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| Deliver us intention deliver us the true
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| The movers of this world who’ll shake the very life from you
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| Onto the gates of pearl we piss our tribute
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| Open your flesh and let the beast flow through you
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| Your abysmal heart
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| Black as pitch and dead right from the start
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| This century the nightworld is ours. |