Let's put on a show, the script is written
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To defame the church - that's the whole point
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Soaring in the air, the heavy smell of death
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We begin the Mass, now we are in her power
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The bloody ritual is godless in its essence
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Here are the servants of the devil, so it was, is and will be
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Scene one, night ruined castle
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Unbaptized babies are our breakfast
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A candle burns, like that unfortunate priest
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There was not a great chance that he would leave without being cleansed
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The red flame will release all sins
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His soul will be taken by the ancient spirits
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He knew that it would be like this, they lead there to a dead end
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We do not forgive Padre, your god will forgive
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Velial Squad gets down to business
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Let's throw a dead body to be eaten by dogs
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Let's read a prayer backwards
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This is not a bad dream, everything is real here
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Slutty bitches fight for a crucifix
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Be on the alert, the Inquisition is on the tail
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In total darkness, in semi-darkness
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Lucifer, pentagrams, glare flicker
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The curtain has fallen and there are screams
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Black Mass exists, these are not fairy tales
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Brothers, Green, write a letter to hell
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On your holy faith, we will brand
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Let's put on a show, the script is written
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To defame the church, that's the whole point
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Soaring in the air, the heavy smell of death
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We begin the Mass, now we are in her power
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The bloody ritual is godless in its essence
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Here are the servants of the devil, so it was, is and will be
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You know, Green, the hands of the clock at the start
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No point in running away, worship our thirst
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Thirst to serve, the great prince of darkness
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After all, our souls have long been given to him
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Around capes and black hoods
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Icons slowly burn out in the fire
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In the hands of a baby, and he is waiting for his destiny
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One move will end his torment
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Demons summoned, witches flock
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Everyone comes to the rite from the black abyss
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The beginning of an orgy of intercourse with demons
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In Praise of Lucifer Black Mass
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Let's put on a show, the script is written
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To defame the church, that's the whole point
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Soaring in the air, the heavy smell of death
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We begin the Mass, now we are in her power
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The bloody ritual is godless in its essence
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Here are the servants of the devil, so it was, is and will be |