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Cursed Children
O cursed children with the dirty, bloody fingernails; your covetous eyes are on the ravenous prowl again, upon being loosed from your thousand-year jail cells Now ready to get more blood dripping down your chin, you come creeping to the unwalled camp of the saints Those covetous eyes are on the ravenous prowl again Remembering how you once made weak hearts faint, you're ready to snatch the spoils from an easy prey Steadily creeping to the unwalled camp of the saints In your wicked mind today is gonna be a real good day, nothing can stop you from consuming your bloodlust You're so ready to snatch the spoils from an easy prey The power of violence is the way of life you most trust, love and kindness makes you laugh with utter contempt Who's gonna stop you from consuming your bloodlust Resurrection of the damned, the evil no longer are exempt after being set free from their thousand-year jail cells A hail of brimstone fire forever ends their wicked attempt O ye cursed children with the dirty, bloody fingernails
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