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Connor-Gemmel |
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Bathed in moonlight, devil worshippers chanting |
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Throughout the night music grew ever haunting |
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High on her throne, Satan seated beside her |
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Face cold as stone, Prince of Darkness to guide her |
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Priestess, priestess |
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Priestess, priestess |
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Merciless, Merciless |
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Murderess, Murderess |
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Poor helpless child brought unto Devil's daughter |
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Crowd's eyes went wild, eager to see the torture |
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Laid at her feet, stretched across marble altar |
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Ritual complete, drew her sword for the slaughter |
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The night was plagued by storms |
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People came in swarms |
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Trying to keep warm |
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All to the house of the Overlord |
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Through the night they came |
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Came for food and game |
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The poor, weak, the lame |
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All to the house of the Overlord |
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All through the year they would work and they'd sweat |
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And wait for the time of the year |
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Wait for the time when the man from the mansion |
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Would open his house and appear |
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Wealthy and regal, inviting the people |
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To sit at the tables and dine |
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Drinking their health he would serve them himself |
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With his music, his food and his wine |
