dead in the dirt - bastards of the bleak lyrics
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our cult our rite
this last light dies
from the desolate black
flies to the cross… a knife in his back
in this ceremony of towering flames
b-st-rds of the bleak, exsanguinate the weak
carve your name and haunt their mind
forever ingrained in every memory
with hands clasped, we encircle
to worship the darkness, we create
spill their blood, collapse their faith
a reflection of your undying hate
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