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 evils 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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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 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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now lets begin
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the 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 the serpent
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we've patiently anticipated
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the time
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to rise
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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 thousands in the darkness waiting to attack
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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 victory we shall drink
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Of Darkness Spawned
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The Black Dahlia Murder |