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Dead In The Dirt – Bastards Of The Bleak lyrics
Our cult our rite
This last light dies
From the desolate black
Flies to the cross... a knife in his back
In this ceremony of towering flames
Bastards of the bleak, exsanguinate the weak
Carve your name and haunt their mind
Forever ingrained in every memory
With hands clasped, we encircle
To worship the darkness, we create
Spill their blood, collapse their faith
A reflection of your undying hate
This last light dies
From the desolate black
Flies to the cross... a knife in his back
In this ceremony of towering flames
Bastards of the bleak, exsanguinate the weak
Carve your name and haunt their mind
Forever ingrained in every memory
With hands clasped, we encircle
To worship the darkness, we create
Spill their blood, collapse their faith
A reflection of your undying hate
Our cult our rite This last light dies From the desolate black Flies to the cross... a knife in his back In this ceremony of towering flames Bastards of the bleak, exsanguinate the weak Carve your name and haunt their mind Forever ingrained in every memory With hands clasped, we encircle To worship the darkness, we create Spill their blood, collapse their faith A reflection of your undying hate Explain Request ×
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