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By the light of the moon |
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and the beings of the night |
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A curse has been laid upon us |
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To seek and tear celestial gloss |
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to pieces |
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By the power of death |
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and the shadow of the Reaper |
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A call has been brought upon us |
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To complete the infinite fall |
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of heaven |
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Without the wit or will to end this journey |
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we continue travelling towards our fate |
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Harvesting helpless Christian spirits |
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raping the sanctity of saints |
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The heavenly father is stretching his hand |
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pathetically begging for mercy |
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We spit and piss on his sacred flesh |
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as we breathe the breath of the unholy |
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For with the sign of the pentagram |
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Hellfire rage is for us to come |
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as we shall wander the pit |
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Unhallowed by the infernal one |
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we are forever captured |
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by the embrace of death |
