| We’re the children of black light
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| And we walk these streets at night
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| Our eyes have turned to white
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| Around a bonfire burning bright
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| We are the heretics of the world, we are the lost
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| And moral absolution is no longer worth the cost
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| My will be done in the pursuit of pleasure
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| A black celebration all for me
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| My will be done in the pursuit of pleasure
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| Tucked in the flames of heresy
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| Let’s go
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| We are the faithful brood
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| And in the shadows we collude
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| To terminate all the mundane
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| And implement the will of Cain
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| We are the heretics of the world, we are the lost
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| And moral absolution is no longer worth the cost
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| My will be done in the pursuit of pleasure
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| A black celebration all for me
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| My will be done in the pursuit of pleasure
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| Tucked in the flames of heresy |