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Sprightly |
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Celebrating in |
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His name will break out |
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In the streams of blood we will wash our |
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Hearts And from the broken skulls of our enemies |
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We will drink the elixir of |
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Death to the birth of |
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Power ! Skeletons on horses are coming with the |
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Night Flames are reflected against gloomy rocks |
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We are dancing, drinking, naked and intractable |
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We call into the fire: |
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In Nomine... |
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In Nomine... |
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The time of sacrifices is coming, knife-edges are glowing |
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Living hearts are torn from bodies, blood is streaming |
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We squirm in a trance of pleasure and lust |
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The Gate opens up and |
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He is coming! |
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His cruel smile fondles all of us |
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The best bites are offered to |
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Him We throw away bones in the dancing whirl |
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We call into the fire: |
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In Nomine... |
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In Nomine... |
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In Nomine |
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Satanas! |
