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I’m drawn to the stones, to commit my soul
A shrine to the ancients that’s centuries old
Then their faces appear, to attend this rite
They’re feeding off fear, and evading the light
Now bend down and pray, as thee ancients arrive
They’re stealing your soul, whilst you’re still alive

Let the horrors of the flames, come out and celebrate
They have a taste for your flesh with glee
As they hang from the trees
Malleus Maleficarum states that these witches are
The devil’s lower ranks, may the living smell the stenches of hell
And let them kiss the snake

The noose is tied tight, with the finest of knots
To hang a heretic, and take away their voice

faces appear, to attend this rite
They’re feeding off fear, and evading the light
Now bend down and pray, as thee ancients arrive
They’re stealing your soul, whilst you’re still alive

I will, make you say, say your prayers now
I will, make you say, say a deathwish

The sacrifice ripe for the gods to accept
With the heart ripped out and the ribcage split
The restless dead will not stop till they seize this world
Once again
And the devil will lead
this final conquest
I will make you say
I will make you say
Say a Deathwish

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