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Harlots of Hell spread your wings |
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As I penetrate your soul |
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Feel the fire shoot through your body |
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As I slip into your throne |
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Cast aside, do as you will |
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I care not how you plead |
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Satan's child now stalks the earth |
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Born from my demon seed |
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Hot winds of Hell |
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Burns, in my wake |
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Death is what you pray, |
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Behold, captor of sin |
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Infernal slaves of manipulation |
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Captive of my vice |
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Abandon God, the helpless one |
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To relieve you of your plight |
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Subversive action will not help |
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It will strengthen me |
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I see decline in your every move |
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Death your final plea |
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Hot winds of Hell |
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Burns, in my wake |
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Death is what you pray, |
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Behold, captor of sin |
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Your skin turns to leather |
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I ignite your timid blood |
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You feel my lethal touch |
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As I grasp your weary soul |
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I'll take you down into the fire |
