| In the dead of night they are watching
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| Like vultures circling the dead
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| Insanity so lustful burning in their heads
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| Architects of full blown madness
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| Dwelling in human pain, victims used as canvas
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| For the voice of the insane
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| Their carnage screams perfection
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| Hate burning in their eyes
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| Demented resurrection rises slow
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| When daylight dies
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| They can not stop their yearning
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| Let loose the killing spree
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| You see the hatred burning
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| Dying on bended knees
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| His work is perfection and his art is to kill
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| Deadly dissection, it is your blood he will spill
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| Dwelling in Darkness away from the light
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| Death owns the night
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| Seeing the blade as it flashes so bright
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| Death owns the night
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| With deadly force they take control
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| And bring you to your death
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| Black leather gloves they strangulate your living breath
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| Nocturnal living sadist, lay harm on every cell
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| His way of morbid torture it leads you straight to hell
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| His work of perfection and his art is to kill
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| Deadly dissection, it is your blood he will spill
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| Scream as you are dying, you will not die alone
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| He dwells in the darkness of the night that he owns
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| Dwelling in Darkness away from the light
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| Death owns the night
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| Seeing the blade as it flashes so bright
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| Death owns the night |