| Spilled blood we roll and roll
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| Rollin and rollin weight, meltin' molly
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| Squad on the occult like a young Crowley
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| In the abode of pain, playing at home
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| Both in metal, in metallic uzi
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| Throw your hat, he flies past the loser
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| Let's load empty bodies into hearses
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| The resin will cool down, here in hell all-inclusive
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| Do not build illusions here, they moan and moan
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| Will not come out of a coma, pull them into the pool
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| Souls drown and drown, darkness in the windows of their rooms
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| Herds are food for them and they will fall straight into hell
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| At the burning gates
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| Smoldering in the shadow of a blunt
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| In the Darkthrone speakers to the beat
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| No one step back
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| Salute, Shawtyglock
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| Our hearth somewhere in the bowels of the earth fed hundreds of candles
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| This fucking gang won't sleep for many more nights
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| It burns in the fire of doomed mad speeches
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| We don't know why it all began and how it will end.
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| Knocking on the walls because their world is a fucking ashes
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| We broadcast from outside to you we broadcast from outside
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| We broadcast to you from outside, alas, you are not in a dream
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| All their souls on fire, bring them to me
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| Triple six on the wall, black chrome molding
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| We shout in unison where are you, only cold in the darkness
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| Cold in the dark, only cold in the dark
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| Chrome casting, black chrome casting
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| Scream in unison where are you, all those bitches in trouble
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| Wonder paper under the tongue, we dive without scuba gear
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| I float past their bodies like in the middle of a zoo
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| Without any zapar, shine like a crystal
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| Wine glass in hand, black metal here
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| On the leather jacket AVE VELIAL backrest
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| My flower nourished the juices of darkness from the blood
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| Russian dungeon kings and black metal brix
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| Around my Nikes lies a flock of Bixes
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| We went to the encore, look do not explode
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| This bit is like TNT, it removes all the rats
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| A new bankroll is sealed in a vacuum
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| There is no sobriety, we are rock'n'roll
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| From the snow in the nostril a shiver runs down the back
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| It freezes like in a morgue, stuck in shit
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| Oh dark gods hold us tight
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| Don't let us perish among this tin
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| Lead forward through the dullness of those days
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| Through thick forests and bloody rains
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| We broadcast to you from outside, alas, you are not in a dream
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| All their souls on fire, bring them to me
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| Triple six on the wall, black chrome molding
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| We shout in unison where are you, only cold in the darkness
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| Cold in the dark, only cold in the dark
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| Chrome casting, black chrome casting
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| Scream in unison where are you, all those bitches in trouble |