This the place where the dead speak
From Unmarked graves I hear them scream
Buried below from the light of god
For resisting his book and it's teachings
We will bare to cross
No judgment, no remorse
If the world's created by his revelation
We pray for fire to bring the devastation
Incantation
Bring death to life
Invocate
This new breed of hate to arise
War for the pursuit of evil
Violence with the face of terror
Blood spills on the altar
To bless the ones we spared
Rotten corpses
Turned masters of chaos
Possessed by the darkness
Given from below
Fury
Death follows in our wake
Hell has come, spread pestilence
Kill all divine
Sacred land
Filled with carnage
No man of god will walk
Where evil roams
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