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Now, the innocent times have gone

Death and screams replacing laughter

Earth resenting your existence

Execution the only cure.

Make a pact

With the night

Sinking, further

In to blood.

All heresy

Fall into belief

All blasphemy

All your thoughts are breeding

Make a pact

With the night

Sinking, further

In to blood.

Death’s voice is calling

Carried on the wind

Eternity awaits the damned

Dragged from the cells

Hanged from the neck

A heretic plague

No more.