Serve The Cult.
Rise after dusk and the hunt begins
The sins we commit to avoid the coffins
To breath in death instead of dreaming life
Eternal strength eternal night
in the darkness bleed the streets
in the wind cold as a knife.
Feed the urge to serve the cult
While the beast hunts the night
Servants to the substance
Who fuck and live off lies
Undead whores crawl on all fours
Begging just to get high
Under the hypnotic spell
They consume and never die
Feed the urge to serve the cult
While the beast hunts the night

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