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Let’s go



Oh lord, the wicked comes to me

There’s nothing I can do

With bloodstained hands in my mind

And endless fear in my head



You become the martyr, blinded by the faith

The nines are walking, trapped in the consciousness

Thunder and lightning devasting all on its way



This hate is near, these sacrifices cutting the flesh



To feed with preys these ravenous gods

A light burn in the sky

Hell waiting the new souls



The nines are walking, Thunder and lightning

Ah Puch, Metnal

Ah Puch, Metnal



Metnal is rising, Ah Puch god is smiling

His putrefied smell will rot you to the core



The nines are walking, Thunder and lightning devasting



Dancing with dead

Bloostained hate on the back



To feed with preys these ravenous gods

A light burn in the sky

Hell waiting the new souls