Rotting entrails no signs of life
Decapitated angels cry
Dark best he waits
Sacrilege and spite
Thy time is up
And now you must die
Watching you suffer
Angels cry
Blood has been spilled
Power never dies
The black mass begins
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Ritualistic Drum
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You clench your fists
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Fires run hot
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Burnt offerings
And no more cries
Thy time is up
And now you have died