| Pretenders to the throne kneel before him
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| Appalling wretched demon king
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| Praise be to us his children
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| Spawns of evil’s reckoning
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| Doomed from the inception
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| Claiming fire as our home
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| Licked by flames our steel grows
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| Stronger to be honed in hate forevermore
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| A hellish scorn quickly approaches violent climax
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| Infernal legions the time nears when we’ll strike
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| The shadows serving to enshroud us
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| Our blackened hearts
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| Those forgotten looming just beyond their sight
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| The blood of pariahs through our veins
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| Sin and hell our mainstay
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| Forever to remain
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| O to ye wicked ones
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| And o to blood a reaper’s song
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| Demons born of man’s sickest desire
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| Those of the darkness spawned
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| Fires of hell I stoke thee high
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| Through the open gates ever so wide
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| Bury me in sin
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| The daggers have been raised
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| Now let’s begin
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| Margins of sanity blur into night
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| As one will move beyond the light
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| Murder effortlessly
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| Without a tear
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| Our motives to them never clear
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| Damn this liars world
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| We are the truth you’ve all awaited
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| Impaling holy fallacy
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| The filthy blood of Christian seed
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| Akin to the looming serpent
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| We’ve patiently anticipated
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| The time to rise is upon us
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| My lord I kneel before you now paint me bloody red
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| Bathing in blasphemy I beat the path that’s traveled less
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| The forgotten; |
| your minions; |
| our souls of black
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| We are the thousands in the darkness waiting to attack
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| (Guitar Solo)
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| Infernal legions their heads shall be your prize
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| Trophies to our dominions of conquests only fantasized
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| O to ye wicked ones
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| And o to blood a reapers song
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| Demons born of mans sickest desire
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| Those of the darkness spawned
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| Fires of hell I stoke thee high
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| Through the open gates ever so wide
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| Bury me in sin
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| The daggers have been raised
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| O the dance of death she’s a sweet one
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| To our victory we will drink |