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Dark cellar hiding far from the sun

Wet cold wall crying for forgotten(revenge)

Axes facing me full of compassion

The Black Lodge calls

In the shadows

Me and the rats speak to the invoked

In the underground corridors

The heinous goat deals with me

The Black Lodge calls

Tormented I scream your name

Drunk,I tear my flesh again

Drowning me,In another form of suicide

Knives are talking to me

They want to taste your skin

The Black Lodge wants me to kill

Inefficient atempt to keep me sane

Inner daemons feed my cellars with pain

The Black Lodge calls me murderer

Tonight I can't escape the order

Black Lodge demands me to murder

The Black Lodge is the seat of my masters

I'm getting closer to the malevolant entities

I'm gettig closer to Satan

In the breath of night, I truly feel alive

Hurting blades with me,let's go for seduction

You'll become my favourite necrobabe

Saint Vincent 1998