Wear a pious grimace to conceal disgust
As your soul is tainted by a raving lust
Stand before perdition, haunted by the dead
Held in execration, all they see is red
Rise beyond the grave
Daughters of damnation
Rise beyond the grave
Vengeance calls your names
Furies lurk in silence, where the blood still flows
Let the fiends be conjured, their revenge will grow
Chasteners of murder, withering and grim
Bawl infernal laughter, whispers turn to scream
No quarter for the callous one - so mote it be
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