Darkness fell on the city, a stream of fire blinded the face
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They will know ruin, crucify the liars
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Ready to die with a pack of dead - bushido code
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Another hundred years will pass and you will understand that there is a nature
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Not enough words and for all of them crosses
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Triple six degriz in my veins
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The trip takes thoughts up, alas, the body is perishable
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Fuck nicotine, an adamant blade and a couple of blunts
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Cretin, the Belial clan is here, away from your battles
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Our true fan is a blackcar with patches
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Russian staff from the underworld cannot be measured by points
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Balance six six six, the subscriber is not in the zone
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As if sleepy, holy water dries in the throat
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In summer, here is the north, whoever says otherwise, don't believe them
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During the day, as if at night, check the darkness melodic trills
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Lock the door, your lock will not save you, I'm sure
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Mani in us dirty blood is somehow the same thing Ar Kelly
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Under the light of the moon, the naked knife flickered so brightly
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I saw their dreams, I saw those bitches from their mouths only lies
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Goosebumps run through the body that slight trembling
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Splif slowly smoldered, the price of miserable souls, alas, is only a penny
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Under the light of the moon, the naked knife flickered so brightly
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I saw their dreams, I saw those bitches from their mouths only lies
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Goosebumps run through the body that slight trembling
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Splif slowly smoldered, the price of miserable souls, alas, is only a penny
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Seven seven seven degrees in our melting furnace
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The forge of the squad makes meat and casts swords
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Sharp rhymes cut from the shoulder, better than a Finnish ax
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The face of the executioner is covered with a mask, it's time to make a sentence
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Hellfire, from the ashes of a tsunami, a volcano underfoot
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Belial is our banner, around the flock of punks, your castle has melted
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Evil Cerberus barked, here the mantra is holy
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The fire in the field burns, the witch soars in the sky
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Hell magnet, beckons you to sin
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Stove over the grave, bong is our censer
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Killed from the napas, the light went out
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Sweat dripped from mortal bodies, spliff slowly smoldered
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In a cast-iron cauldron among the old ruins, the purple blood boiled, here is the slaughter department
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School of Dark Manners and Mystical Spheres
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We are led by Lucifer, his secret courier has arrived on a broom
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I sang in Latin and your house was empty
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Under the light of the moon, the naked knife flickered so brightly
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I saw their dreams, I saw those bitches from their mouths only lies
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Goosebumps run through the body that slight trembling
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Blunt slowly smoldered, the price of miserable souls, alas, is only a penny |