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For thou art conjured under mask that blurs the pure
Seek I raven mighty eye spot the truth never lie
Eat I carcasses for to life I cry
Anguish
And in torment will I die?
Cursed
Under the eternal pleasure of life
Take this gift
Let death come swift
Chained to a primal crave to hunt
Run my loved ones from my harm
Through the path of blood I reckon the sun
As the shade of light is shaderd
By the devil one
12 o' clock
Death provoke
Virgins from the heavens choke
A priest that has been block the flock
The graveyard stands so peacefully
With smoke and fog of mysery
And from the smallest grave will come the stench of
death
The time has come
Header and header
Yet all look the same
Thou night time is dark
Something bright as the sun has come out
And as for the graveyard
Is the graves the same?
A crack in the tombstone
A scratch on the date
Body unburied
Is it all fake?
Rumble of spiris
Dead or decaying
Towards the doors
Of the altar charge praying...
Bath of lotion
fresh new robe
Preparations to the fest of blood
Knife of the butcher
Sword of the king
Chalice of the demon
And the all sing
I have danced
The deadly dances of hell
And I have stained
Virgins in flames
I have stained
My own soul with blood
Oh mine
What was of me
Now consumed with thee
The darkest place
In a moonless light
As lited candle
Starts the mass
Empty void
Embrace and willing
But only echo and stillness is found
For thou art conjured under mask that blurs the pure
Seek I raven mighty eye spot the truth never lie
Eat I carcasses for to life I cry
Anguish
And in torment will I die?
Cursed
Under the eternal pleasure of life
Take this gift
Let death come swift
Chained to a primal crave to hunt
Run my loved ones from my harm
Through the path of blood I reckon the sun
As the shade of light is shaderd
By the devil one
For thou art conjured under mask that blurs the pure
Seek I raven mighty eye spot the truth never lie
Eat I carcasses for to life I cry
Anguish
And in torment will I die?
Cursed
Under the eternal pleasure of life
Take this gift
Let death come swift
Chained to a primal crave to hunt
Run my loved ones from my harm
Through the path of blood I reckon the sun
As the shade of light is shaderd
By the devil one
12 o' clock
Death provoke
Virgins from the heavens choke
A priest that has been block the flock
The graveyard stands so peacefully
With smoke and fog of mysery
And from the smallest grave will come the stench of
death
The time has come
Header and header
Yet all look the same
Thou night time is dark
Something bright as the sun has come out
And as for the graveyard
Is the graves the same?
A crack in the tombstone
A scratch on the date
Body unburied
Is it all fake?
Rumble of spiris
Dead or decaying
Towards the doors
Of the altar charge praying...
Bath of lotion
fresh new robe
Preparations to the fest of blood
Knife of the butcher
Sword of the king
Chalice of the demon
And the all sing
I have danced
The deadly dances of hell
And I have stained
Virgins in flames
I have stained
My own soul with blood
Oh mine
What was of me
Now consumed with thee
The darkest place
In a moonless light
As lited candle
Starts the mass
Empty void
Embrace and willing
But only echo and stillness is found
For thou art conjured under mask that blurs the pure
Seek I raven mighty eye spot the truth never lie
Eat I carcasses for to life I cry
Anguish
And in torment will I die?
Cursed
Under the eternal pleasure of life
Take this gift
Let death come swift
Chained to a primal crave to hunt
Run my loved ones from my harm
Through the path of blood I reckon the sun
As the shade of light is shaderd
By the devil one