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The scenth of Zenith clogs the midnight air
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you look around to see yourself and stare
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hot knives you know you're not alone
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the thunder burst your mind and cracks your bones
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This is our hell and that's the way we live
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your eyes tranfixed by a deadly riff
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there ain't no door way to Satan's mind
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he takes your soul and leaves your shells behind
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The sings of man dictate eternity
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we are the sons of Satan-we the three
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the final gift of hades is Satan band and now the future lis in his beloved hands
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Venom
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