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Some say the Demons lurk in each one of us,
Some say we are all demons in disguise....




Black sun dieing,
Black sun rising,
is this impure?
Is this impure?

Shadow of the locust,
this is beast,
Shadow of the locust,
this is at least,
The slow Decend of autoum,
Into the butchers garden,

Some say he will raise again, to reap the souls of the unholy,and deveour their souls for eternity,

Black sun dieing,
Black sun rising,
is this impure?
Is this impure?

Children of midnight dark,
your time has come
come Hand in Hand in earth in hell,
Cut your wrists and join us,
Under neath the well,
We are bleeding,
all over the world,
you and me,
in land and sea,
In love and dreams and in all sins,
The end is here,
the end of him,
The Beutiful deafning silence Of sin....