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It's not over yet |
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Consuming flames of the faceless one |
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There's no time to repent |
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As you bow before the serpent god |
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There is no turning back |
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Festering demons to hatred sworn |
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And ready to attack |
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The jaws of death are hungry like a war |
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Songs of death shall kill the lies forever |
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And ever |
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Baptized burning, cold flames |
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Will purify my soul |
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Our hearts are rotten to the core |
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Behead the prophets, their skulls |
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Trophies in the final war |
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The plague of man, crowned in terror |
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Hate and soulless might |
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It's not over yet |
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Racing down these dead end streets |
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There's no time to repent |
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One last shot of the end complete |
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There is no turning back |
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Festering demons to hatred sworn |
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What we have sown |
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Is ours to reap |
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Songs of death shall kill the lies forever |
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And ever |
|
Baptized burning, cold flames |
|
Will purify my soul |
|
Our hearts are rotten to the core |
|
Behead the prophets, their skulls |
|
Trophies in the final war |
|
The plague of man, crowned in terror |
|
Hate and soulless might |
|
It's not over yet |
|
Racing down these dead end streets |
|
There's no time to repent |
|
One last shot of the end complete |
|
There is no turning back |
|
Festering demons to hatred sworn |
|
What we have sown |
|
Is ours to reap |
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As we watch the angels die |
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In the lake of sulphur, we'll watch 'em drown |
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A massacre divine |
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Blasphemous locust in genocide reborn |
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The beating of your heart |
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Echoing in silence, the sound of death |
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As your soul is torn apart |
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A violent cry of pain, riding your final breath |
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It's not over yet |
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Consuming flames of the faceless one |
|
There's no time to repent |
|
The serpent god, damnation lord |
|
There is no turning back |
|
Festering demons to hatred sworn |
|
And ready to attack |
|
The jaws of death are hungry like a war |
|
Baptized burning, cold flames |
|
Will purify my soul |
|
Our hearts are rotten to the core |
|
Behead the prophets, their skulls |
|
Trophies in the final war |
|
The plague of man, crowned in terror |
|
Hate and soulless might |
|
It's not over yet |
|
Racing down these dead end streets |
|
There's no time to repent |
|
One last shot of the end complete |
|
There is no turning back |
|
Festering demons to hatred sworn |
|
What we have sown |
|
Is ours to reap |
