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Prayers For Fire Down the woods fate is upside down Can‘t you hear the fog, the croaking sound of death? Just where rage is all that counts, you can find me praying for fire (Down the woods, the coven of the black pope's calling on rage) Praying For Fire (Down the woods, the black fog, skulls and the moon feed the flame) Hellbound Your rage and your black sense I can‘t stand the face of your god The sight must look disturbing at all Cause we‘re not here to pray But you can‘t stand the face of the dark We dance around the graves that you messed up Why would we be faking that, When there‘s no way out of hell Down the woods fate is upside down Can‘t you hear the fog, the croaking sound of death? Just where rage is all that counts, you can find me praying for fire (Down the woods, the coven of the black pope's calling on rage) Praying For Fire (Down the woods, the black fog, skulls and the moon feed the flame) Hellbound From Letras Mania