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The scent of zenith clogs the midnight air |
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You look around to see yourself and stare |
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Hot knives you know you're not alone |
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The thunde bursts your mind and cracks your bones |
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Venom |
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This is our hell and that's the way we live |
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Your eyes transfixed by a deadly riff |
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There ain't no doorway to satan's mind |
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He takes your soul and leaves your shell behind |
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The sins of man dictate eternity |
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We are the sons of Satan we are three |
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The final gift of hades is Satan's band |
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And now the future lies in his beloved hands |
