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See her eyes the empty soul and the lust for foul temptations

One by one, she may possess the entire population

This is the devils work

And whoever joins will die

The madness will take it's toll

While they pray in vain so make more room below, for this is their end

CHORUS:

From the city streets in the holy land

Bewitched or struck by mysteric plague?

Join the dance of the dead for eternity

Your soul belongs in hell

Fought with tunes to colden blood aint no cure for abberation

The truth was always there within oh the souls were blackened shallows of death

This is the devils work

And whoever joins will die

The madness will take it's toll

While they pray in vain so make more room below, for this is their end

Laughs, cries, festives and dread

Droning along to their grave

Mass death under a spell

Prancing with no sign of borrowed time