| Only a whisper in the ear - bolder, kill them
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| Swarms of flies in the mouth, insects in the trachea
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| We feed them bitches, morphine cubes in a vein
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| Around us are succubi and the ashes of Pompeii
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| In the eyes of paranoia, in the brain through the wires
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| At the smell of their blood, blind herds
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| Killer drama, depressed until the morning
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| Scarred wrists, water won't wash away
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| 6 6 and 6 in body degrees Celsius
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| Aiming at the face, a pair of scalpels in a case
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| The church choir will be crucified at mass
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| We are the main guests of the funeral processions
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| God won't answer, I only call the devil
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| In a dark corvette, under a dop, having gone to the bottom
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| I remember that number, because it is in my roaming
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| Squad terror crew, we need dope
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| Turn off your brain, consume and don't think
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| The muzzle breathes into the temple of your bitch point-blank
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| Words overdose in the house of a thousand corpses
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| And where was your God, justifying my act
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| Near the ancient graves, only ashes and smoke
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| While mocking cynically we will reap their fruits
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| Dislocation of thin collarbones and the cry of the Virgin Mary
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| Night of the serial killers, may the darkness be with them
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| Eyes burn with lava, bonfires burn with lava
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| A tear fell into the bowl destroying dreams
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| Loud cries of young maidens, echoes of screams from the walls
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| Enraged like a lion, imperceptible like a shadow
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| Belial in da building, you will be billed
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| We killed the variety, the joint is in someone's blood
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| Adept of black love and grave earth
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| The flame of vices will burn from the inside
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| On the threshold of that temple, I did not believe my eyes
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| The devil soared to heaven, voices in my head
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| Opened the gates of hell, emptiness reigns in them
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| Darkness is creeping into the world, all cities will fall
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| The bible of the dead is written in blood
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| Pages her strength feeds on pain
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| Occult shelving in the walls of the library
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| Dirty syrup on pharmacy windows
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| The afterlife nocturne is performed by the orchestra
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| Amph plus charged dexter in a capsule
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| In the convulsions of the priestess by the light of the moon
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| Packed in ziplac goods of Satan |