It's a landscape of terror of evil's dark hue
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Beset by the glow of an ominous moon
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From the forest of nightmares to the garden of death
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The stench of the flesh and the blood takes your breath
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Trees stand like towers with corpses adorned
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There's scores of black roses with venomous thorns
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It's a playground for murder, the damned and insane
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And deep in it's heart sets the mad house of Cain
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Cain is murder incarnate, he hungers for blood
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His hate for the living created a flood
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From the wine press that sets on the alter of grim
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Come the cats of red liquid all filled to the brim
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Where killers among mortals bow down to his feet
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To bring him their offerings of fresh butchered meat
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It's a haven for murder, the damned and insane
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A temple of slaughter, the mad house of Cain
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Mad House Of Cain
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