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Hell children, rise up from the gutter
the night has fallen
the moon cries out for blood
rise up and chase immortality with me
our hearts thirst for righteous vengeance
the names of martyrs written in stale smoke
seeping up from open sewers
their death stains the street
we built this world for the rich
our flags of crimson and cole
our bodies for the funeral pyre
make the bastards pay
bare your fangs at the dawn
our rage will put out the sun
reflect their sin back on them
swallowed up by the tidal wave
bare your fangs
make them pay
bare your hearts
your desire
hell children, rise up from the gutter
the world is yours
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Hide From The Sun
02:46
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The worms; they pile upon the last piece of dust
for just one taste of what life once was
but not us
we are the ones that hide from the sun
with bullet speed on burning black wings
we reject the cross
and nihilism's noose
dying star, destroy the last of flesh
cursed by the age of cold
nothing left on withered earth
fret for your weapon
fret for your gold
we cling to cave walls like rotted teeth
with bullet speed on burning black wings
we watch the worms writhe from underneath
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Above your corpse god
rampage through the night
all forms
free forms
by force we seize the light
sick of the rumble
sick of the chill
the lord saw fit to create such wounds that time would never heal
sick of the crack pipe eyes
day and night
by the graveyard with my blues
mill towns become meth towns
a whole generation lost to the trailer park mythology of the lost cause
above reality
above society
above you
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Shame prisoner
my own worst enemy stares back from the mirror
he says: "Crawl away and sink lower"
"Suffer, motherfucker"
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