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Come and join |
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My black masses |
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Bring along |
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Your iron axes |
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Now draw a circle |
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Right here in the light |
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I'll tell you |
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Just what to write |
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Elohim...Adonai...Tetragrammaton |
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Slaughtering babies |
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In ceremonial ways |
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If we're lucky |
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We can see them for days |
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'cause baby blood |
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Is full of strength |
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But I tell you |
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Oh how it stinks |
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Give me some baby blood |
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Elohim...Adonai...Tetragrammaton |
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Black masses...black masses...black masses... |
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Runnin' wild |
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Spittin' blood |
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In my lady's face |
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I show her my pets |
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A few rotten heads |
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And about my lady |
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If she can't take it |
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She's got to face it |
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I'll slaughter her too |
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Come and join |
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My black masses |
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Bring along |
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Your iron axes |
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Now draw a circle |
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Right here in the light |
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I'll tell you |
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Just what to write |
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Elohim...Adonai...Tetragrammaton |
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Black masses...black masses...black masses... |
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Killin' babies...black masses. |
