Now the last rays of the daylight
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slowly fade away
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(the) night's closing in
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Outside of the village
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there's a meeting on the hill
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they call 'the sin'
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Torches blaze
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the air is full of sulphur yellow haze
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Holy beast
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they've come to celebrate your bloody feast
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Priest, priest of evil
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adores the number six six six
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Priest, priest of evil
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spits on every crucifix
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Take the black chalk, made of bone-meal
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draw the evil pentagram
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Satan will rise
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Mix the fresh blood of a he-goat
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with the ashes of a witch
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black sacrifice
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Lord of hell
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ride out on your stallion, chime the bell
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Duke of hell
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touch their feverish bodies with your breath
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Priest, priest of evil...
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Oh, make them cry, make them bleed
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Oh, give them all that they need
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oh, all is well that ends well
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Priest of evil, priest of hell
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Priest Of Evil
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| Stormwitch |
