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an orgy of death, feast for the damned

never turn your back on me

shivering and pale

nocturnals searching for a rotten soul

slashed skulls, dismembered corpses

dead flesh on the axe

the hordes of evil

weak morons who believe in so called saviour

walk away from this world

don't be afraid of the darkness when I arise

and you fear me

I will return to fight your endless glory

my senses felt so impassive

when you walked away

walk away

I didn't fear the dark, whose beheld all the might

my senses are so far gone, what more can I say

he can't fight in its purest

but will he turn his back on me?

the disciples have messed their mind

and then there shines a glimmer of hope

I produce a symphony of screams

all of the non-believers have to pay their debt

his forces start to disbelief as he walked away

my senses work in overload, what more can I say

you can fight in your purest form

but you never turn you back on me

the disciples lost their faith

and then tere shines a glimmer of hope