Rarely in control
A time for termination
And the filth that fill your soul
A menacing society
Like a meeting with your mind
Make us all your slaves tomorrow
Would you be so kind
Matters of the dark
Your flesh and your soul will burn
Is there nothing I can say
To matters of the dark you turn
No you can't walk away
Call out to your father
Or those that lived before
Then ask them how to leave me
Just how to shut the door
Then watch as I deliver
Uh, a stunning sight indeed
Yes all your bloodstained souls are mine
There's nothing else I need
It is a cycle of destruction Rarely in control A time for termination And the filth that fill your soul A menacing society Like a meeting with your mind Make us all your slaves tomorrow Would you be so kind Matters of the dark Your flesh and your soul will burn Is there nothing I can say To matters of the dark you turn No you can't walk away Call out to your father Or those that lived before Then ask them how to leave me Just how to shut the door Then watch as I deliver Uh, a stunning sight indeed Yes all your bloodstained souls are mine There's nothing else I need Explain Request ×
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