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Arrival, pleasure

'Till your lady's dead and gone possessed

Suffer, bloodshed

Slow death is their trademark

Restless, deadbeat

Ignorant of things still to come

Cunning, curses

Make you blind

The souls of the evil dead are superior

Confess this time your gods are inferior

You will be dead

Mother buried

Cellar grave underground

They are gonna

Take a tree and ram it in your face

Your mind, their food

To them a lordly repast

Your corpse, their life

Ride the winds of condemnation

Follow us the revelation

Taking you beyond temptation

Leading you through tribulation

Curse - timeless curse

Rest - catch your breath

Face - the opened gate

Pain - this must be

What you look for

We will explore

Through the next door

Enter death

Fear - the Evil Dead

Feel - your grinding head

Rule - your future

Free - the spirits of

The book of the dead

Hazard handshake

Possession of the dark

Axes, bullets

Are all vain in this fierce combat

Cursed pages

Leading you into deep despair

Taking over control

Ride the winds of condemnation

Follow us the revelation

Taking you beyond temptation

Leading you through tribulation

Curse - timeless curse

Rest - catch your breath

Face - the opened gate

Pain - this must be

What you look for

We will explore

Through the next door

Enter death

Fear - the Evil Dead

Feel - your grinding head

Rule - your future

Free - the spirits of

The book of the dead

You will be dead - by dawn

Dead - by dawn

Dead - by dawn

Dead - by dawn

Dead - by dawn

Dead - by dawn

Dead - by dawn

Dead - by dawn!!!!