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The worship of inferae tombs A communion of sycophants How long is the line to our doom Deceivers and lying chants (chorus;) And god damn you You're the shadows of man And god damn you For it's kill or be killed in the end The numbers crossed lines in the sand The pools of human rats Their tails are twisted and tied Eat of thy poison divine (chorus;) The torturer slowly brought doom Irreverent the ingrate laughed Mendacious and full of black rants Dark grins and knives in backs (chorus;) (end chorus;) Take what is given to you - death surrounds you Stuck low with souls for the moon-death surrounds you Black garbs the hosting of two - death surrounds you! From Letras Mania