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In the night walk the ghastly figures

Figures of death and decay

Their skin pale

Their teeth grinding

Eyes all white and gray

For thousands of years they walked

Walked among us

Now that the veil to the dead is lifted

They do what they lust

They will make us suffer

To gain our strength

They will torture us

To utter lenghts

We are but servants

In their game

They are soldiers

In Satans name

Eternal hails

For the Prince of Darkness

To The Morningstar

He always has his eyes on us

Eternal and afar.