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    We are the blackness of the night
    Cold wind that cuts your flesh
    We are the enemy praying for your certain death
    We are what was, will be forevermore
    In the stillest hours we awaken, enshrouded in the dark

    Children of the blackest seed
    Reared on murder and deceit
    We are the thorns of human woe
    His will be done

    To the humble maggots
    To the putrid flies
    Where death and hatred lurk
    We shall survive

    To the diseases
    To the sharpest knives
    When daybreak no more comes
    We shall arise

    We are the sickness, the stench of the deceased
    Your father's secret shame
    Our violent wrath shall be unleashed
    We feast on blood and the weakness of your kind
    From the haunted depths we have arisen to slither as the snake

    Children of the blackest seed
    Reared on murder and deceit
    We are the thorns of human woe
    His will be done

    To the humble maggots
    To the putrid flies
    Where death and hatred lurk
    We shall survive

    To the diseases
    To the sharpest knives
    When daybreak no more comes
    We shall arise

    Lurking legion of the obscene
    Unheard forever, in between, unbound
    The liars in wait
    Our being you forsake

    Whispers upon the winds, profane
    Unheard, the wretched and the insane
    Unbound, forgotten, ignored
    The ugliness abhorred

    [solo]

    The razor; the bullet; the length of rope
    Our tools are numerous, our hatred overflows
    The razor; the bullet; the length of rope
    A lapse of sanity plummets to earth below

    We are the blackness of the night
    Cold wind that cuts your flesh
    We are the enemy praying for your certain death
    We are what was, will be forevermore
    In the stillest hours we awaken, enshrouded in the dark

    Lurking legion of the obscene
    Unheard forever, in between, unbound
    The liars in wait
    Our being you forsake

    Whispers upon the winds, profane
    Unheard, the wretched and the insane
    Unbound, forgotten, ignored
    The ugliness abhorred

    We are the sliver in your god's feeble hand
    During the silent hours, the shadows we command
    We're the undying insect, from the deepest cracks we came
    For aeons we have lurked and for aeons we shall remain!

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