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Incubus
05:41
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Watch out for this one,
a filthy cross hangs on it's door.
A sinner in saints form,
a crafty poser, born with a cause.
Feeling thirsty? One drink harms none.
That's what it said, but now you're speaking in tongues.
That silver lining fades off real slow.
But when it's gone, you're bewitched no more.
On a throne it sits, built by pain and bliss.
From a chalice full of virgins piss, he sips, Incubus, a demon trip.
Watch out for it,
It's tricks make you sin for a fix.
Incubus, what a demon trip, on it's throne till the end it sits.
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Witch's Prey
06:52
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Hear my one drum that beats to your hum.
Put it out, just for now, a deadly song you sang.
What does it take to be where I was then.
In the dark I would walk, no light could form within.
Look who's back, an omen in black,
a menacing trap, watch your back.
Hexes for days, blasphemous ways,
a seismic wave, the witch came to stay.
Bring me your offering,
I grant no wishes for free.
Let's have a heathen feast,
run you're the witch's prey.
Screams I adore, give me one more,
enjoy the abuse, that I gift you.
I'll show you no grace, when I'm cutting away.
My cauldron of hate, cooks what I say.
Bring me your offering,
I grant no wishes for free.
Let's have a heathen feast,
run you're the witch's prey.
A serpent you see, a snakes tongue in thee,
the devil is pleased, at sabbath were free.
Hexes for days, blasphemous ways,
a seismic wave, the witch takes her prey.
Bring me your offering,
I grant no wishes for free.
Let's have a heathen feast,
run you're the witch's prey.
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Burdain
06:38
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Whisper me your will,
invoke every single whim.
Come with me and win,
here you won't loose a thing.
So is this ..
a ruse or a fix ?
Villains before got in,
(they're) beating anything that is.
What I know,
is how to mourn for ghosts.
A memory I hold,
haunts it all.
I'll wither where the others grow,
I never was one of those,
who brings the daylight home,
one ray kills me whole.
I'll wither where the others grow,
I never was one of those,
who brings the daylight home,
one ray kills me whole.
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Necromancer
05:57
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In the ancient times, a man is seeking for his plan.
He stumbles, draws a breath and sees a book of the undead.
"Who's is that?" He says. Seems like a trap.
Still he glances through every page, and...
Oooo... is it true? A world I've never heard, it's mine if I choose.
They will rise again, and I'll control them.
What this book holds in, tells me who I am.
Power that I'll get, every grave will flip.
Bones, dirt and flesh. Breathe in the smell of death.
My army of the dead, the vilest you've ever met.
Soon I'm the master and they'll call me the necromancer.
Oooo... is it true? A world I've never heard, it's mine if I choose.
They will rise again, and I'll control them.
What this book holds in, it tells me who I am.
Power that I'll get, every grave will flip.
Bones, dirt and flesh. Breathe in the smell of death.
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Shadowed Star
05:49
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Once I saw, veiled in the dark,
a face born from a shadowed star, doomed for it's heart.
Smoke around me, swirls into me.
My insides speak, inside the skin, possessed, unsummoned fiend.
This intruder clawed right in, I fear I'll dissapear into these morbid dreams.
Once I saw, veiled in the dark, a face born from a shadowed star,
this demon walks towards.
Fear inside me, fades out of me.
My insides speak, inside the skin, possessed, unsummoned fiend.
This intruder clawed right in, I fear I'll dissapear into these morbid dreams.
What do I see ? What's mystifying me ?
Doomed too I'll be, an unsummoned fiend.
What do I see ? What's mystifying me ?
Doomed too I'll be, an unsummoned fiend.
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Hangman
08:02
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Didn't know I'd end up here.
The hangman watches me,
as I walk towards my fate,
his hood hides his face.
In this time when hope has failed,
I wonder who this man is,
and why his rope is around my neck.
Does he smile as I grow fear,
or pity my body's end.
In a minute I'll drop in,
to a hole where my sins will hang.
In this time when hope has failed,
I wonder who this man is,
and why he rules how my life ends.
Hangman, mercy I demand.
Anything you ask you can have.
Hangman, have you got a plan?
Now I'm in his hands.
The crowd is cheering as I am pleading,
their torches blaze and light the stage.
My ending, for them it's entertaining.
Here I am, in hangman's hands.
My soul's fleeing just before the beating,
take this chance to break my stance.
Death is lingering, I can feel it tingling.
In hangman's hands, I swing I pass.
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