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See her eyes the empty soul and the lust for foul temptations
One by one, she may possess the entire population

This is the devils work
And whoever joins will die
The madness will take it's toll
While they pray in vain so make more room below, for this is their end

CHORUS:
From the city streets in the holy land
Bewitched or struck by mysteric plague?
Join the dance of the dead for eternity
Your soul belongs in hell

Fought with tunes to colden blood aint no cure for abberation
The truth was always there within oh the souls were blackened shallows of death

This is the devils work
And whoever joins will die
The madness will take it's toll
While they pray in vain so make more room below, for this is their end

Laughs, cries, festives and dread
Droning along to their grave
Mass death under a spell
Prancing with no sign of borrowed time

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