| Enshrouded in ebony mystery
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| Blacker than the darkest pitch
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| A bond of blood to death and drek
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| Seeking to defile everything which bears his name
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| In hate we will destroy you all the same
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| Suckling each vein
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| We shall corrupt and dismantle
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| Waging a war without end
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| Until the head of the one fettered Christ
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| Doth sate our lust for revenge
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| We are the kings of the nightworld
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| Those looming unseen in the gloomy betweens
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| We are the bringers of darkness
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| Our blades cut the throats of the weak as they sleep
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| Haunted by our disposition
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| Disgusted by their foul belief
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| A brotherhood in violence
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| To microscopic dust we’ll grind the bones of their deceit
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| Behold this rite of mutilation
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| Rack stretches limbs beyond reprieve
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| The rope it bores into their flesh
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| To test the meddle, subhuman his skeletal integrity
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| Just try our blackened hand and you will see
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| So painfully
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| We are the seekers of vengeance
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| Turning plowshares into swords
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| Dreaming of days beneath the godless sun
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| Free of their crestfallen lord
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| We are the kings of the nightworld
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| Those looming unseen in the gloomy betweens
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| We are the bringers of darkness
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| Our blades cut the throats of the weak as they sleep
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| Unfurl a wrath upon his planet here
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| One truer than the straightest blade
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| Death to all and all to death
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| Until the bitter end it comes
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| We’ll soldier to our destiny
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| When the moon is shown
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| We’ll live again, vampirically
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| Like weeds we will grow
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| From cracks and crevices to creep
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| We are the kings of the nightworld
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| Those looming unseen in the gloomy betweens
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| We are the bringers of darkness
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| Our blades cut the throats of the weak as they sleep
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| Black are the hearts of our willful
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| To ribbons the flesh of who’d stand in our way
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| Black is our maelstrom of chaos
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| The pride of Sathanas is burning in me
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| It burns in me |