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Visions from below Darkened shadows of the past Haunted screams of vengeance Behold the Night comes Rising from the forgotten graves No more rest in peace Judgement day is near Pay homage to the Beast Fighting to stand against the horrifying call Take a final breath before your Jesus' fall Bow to the priests, convict your soul in torment Attack against humanity, soon you'll end up dead Blessed pure altar of impurity Frozen breath of the undead Master gifts me immortality Enlighten my way once again Decapitating the sluts, filthy followers of the preacher Slaughtering the youngest baptized in the name of god Incapable you priest, stand before the eyes of the killer Vomiting upon the cross, your weakness is revealed Cross the borders of brutality seeking hopeless creatures Under a bloody, sharpened blade death comes from above Full moon guide through the night all the strange figures Searching, hunting, killing, souls are fed with blood From Letras Mania