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The Crypt
04:10
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It's like I wake upon the wrong side of a crypt
With solar burns, of all, my body stiff
Wishing I could break out into another room
So tired of being on this prison
Into my darkness with a blackened stare
Visions of torture, horrific affairs (yeah)
My cursed catacomb, a castle of tombs
With evil powers here to send you to your doom
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Cabin Fever
04:05
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A red moon rises to reveal a chilling cold
Strange feelings pass before me
It seems the magicks just a show
Gusts bring the stench of dead
The icy blade still in your neck
Meet my infactuation
Shivers.. new stimulation
Cabin Fever
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Obsessed with the Occult
04:50
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Trapped on this prison, my mind
Four walls surrounding
Then out my anguish, this book and its' hold on my (head)
Candles burning the night
Shadows projecting my eyes
Gone too late; you've got to know
Cryptic writing on the wall
Daylight judgment, all I seem to recall:
Altars made out of stone to sacrifice you on
You know you reap what you sew, and you've got to know
I am Obsessed with the Occult
Now I'm Obsessed
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Revenge/Return
05:07
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Only when it comes to night
The witch's hunger turns delight
Living out, god only knows
What you reap is what you sew
Cauldron's boil, like your skin
Rituals cast you in again
Heavy thoughts on those who fear:
Vengeful witch 'gainst evil men
La Bruja
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Current Haze
02:14
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Necrotic
04:19
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Satanic Nightmare
A dark twist of fate
Unholy Garden
Filled with graves
Esoteric Visuals
A dark hand of hate
Unholy Garden
This will be my grave
Unhook my pleasures
Such unholy (pleasures)
I'm in business with the dying
I can't escape this city of the damned
It's necrotic
So necrotic
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Black Valentine
04:13
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She's always been so good to me, I gibe her all my love
She's my voodoo woman, I'll never feel alone
Late nights of rituals, dear curses on my head
I know I won't live too long cause I'd feel better dead, my friend
Never make a promise, that you could never keep
She's sewn up both my eyelids, I have no mouth to scream
Late nights of rituals, these curses on my head
I thought I'd live awhile, but I'd be better dead, my friend
She's my Black Valentine
She's my doom
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Testimony
08:34
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Heed all to the testimony of a mad era silenced by fiends
Grande dark forces' powers unleashed upon his (mind)
I'm not too cynical, but deep down we were hoping he was just some fool
But to get weaved in this psychic web unable to free my soul
In death, I would hope to part, to some nothing pool far from my art
Disgraced, disemboweled, cannibalized
For some cult fucking priest, to know the lies, yeah
I ain't no servant of a necromantik
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9. |
.44 Cal Blues
04:02
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This old life of mine
Hung out to dry
Wasted years
Fading Dreams
My time to shine
Spotlight Bright
Brain matter flies
My time to die
All that's left
Is the gun and me
.44 Caliber Blues
Just let me be
My time to shine
Spotlight bright
Brain matter flies
My time to die
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