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I'm fuckin killin it, I'm fuckin kiillin it.
Black candles, pentagrams, I am the son of sam, orders from the barking dog... Kill them all. Digging graves for my clothes, exhume them from their burials, candles lite for rituals, blood spilt to fill up bowls.
In the woods we dance like trolls, the sounds of flutes and drums echo, living like a Tolkien novel, way back when, before the bible.
I sold my soul, I made a pact, dark funeral I'm dressed in black, emperor, I am a king, burning churches, murdering.
Blackmetal, blackened death, inverted crosses, goats head. I'm fuckin killin it, I'm fuckin killin it.
Demons come as musics played, like Stephen Dorff in the Gate, letters are illegible like trees branches bearing thorns, jewelry made from human bones, given to the worthy ones, shotgun blast, slit wrists, the note said "excuse the mess,"
Corpse paint on my face, lookin like a zombie, frozen blood, worship the dead, like the ancient Egyptians.
I sold my soul, I made a pact, dark funeral I'm dressed in black, emperor, I am a king, burning churches, murdering.
Blackmetal, blackened death, inverted crosses, goats head. Im fuckin killin it, I'm fuckin killin it.
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