| Every night I'm pulled into the abyss
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| Infernal hell with red-hot iron
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| The throne of evil and chaos is waiting for me
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| Among the dead ladies and their white loins
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| Black sun in the infernal well
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| Burning light on a bloody crown
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| Guitars roar, a moment of hellish minutes
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| Lucifer will show us the black route
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| The beat caused an avalanche, from that snowy peak
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| Leaving ruins in the valley from the temple
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| Lord of the snows, will imprison enemies in ice
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| We are the descendants of the gods, the sons of dark gifts
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| Hear the breath of the night
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| It is at the back, recognizable handwriting
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| The stigma of corruption has risen into the sky
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| Poison flows like a stream, poisoning the source
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| Black Sun Cult
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| Black Sun Cult
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| Black Sun Cult
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| Black Sun Cult
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| Corpspaint coats our faces
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| Spikes on the pulse, they are sharp as spokes
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| Black snakes wrap around our fingers
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| These whiners don't have a chance
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| Those who piss have stupidly no taste
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| We are at the bottom, but we will destroy your whole party
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| Nobody knew about us, but your nymph was aware
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| Now she's in the ditch like trash
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| Black metal live style, bogged down in black to the elbows
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| My ax is waiting to taste someone's flesh
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| Under the sun in black skin in my veins viscous poison
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| Pushing your souls 'cause we need more dose
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| We cook our rubbish somewhere in the forests of Transylvania
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| Raw roar of guitars pitch darkness and the smell of burning
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| Desecration of shrines, fresh toxin poisons the mind
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| My voice broke the scream during the casting of spells |