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Mean and infectious

The evil Prophets rise

Dance of the Macabre

As witches Streak the sky

Decadent worship of

Black Magic sorcery

In the womb of the Devil's Dungeon

Trapped without a plea

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See thing in agony

Necrosis is the fate

Pins sticking through the skin

The venom now sedates

Locked in a pillory

Nowhere to be found

Screaming for your life

But no one hears a sound

Help me

Prepare the patients scalp

To peel away

Metal caps his ears

He'll hear not what we say

Solid steel visor

Riveted cross his eyes

Iron staples close his jaws



So no one hears his cries

The skull beneath the skin

Now your drawn and quartered

Your bones will make the x

Symbol stands for poison

And it's chained to your head

And as we fold your arms

To make the holy cross

We cross the crucifix

Religion has been lost

The skull beneath the skin

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