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A pact of death was made on this night* |
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An urn filled with cemetery dirt |
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The black templars spilling their blood in this soil |
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Embracing the cold void of dedicating their souls to this pact |
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To finalize such a union one cannot turn back |
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All must have blood on their hands |
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A soul of lost innocence with no home or kin |
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Ravaged by the toxins of modern man |
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An unfulfilled shattered vessel |
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With dreams never to be realized |
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Whom no one will miss is chosen... |
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To finalize such a union one cannot turn back |
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All must have blood on their hands |
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Taken in the dead of the night |
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The throat is severed and spills.. |
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The life blood of this insignificant flows |
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The bridge of the nose split through to the ivory bone |
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Gouged and torn by the cult.. for the cult |
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A bond in blood and a pact with death |
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A new Satanic order is born |
