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When you feel the darkness calling out your name don't try to fight the power surge

Don't you laugh, for this is not a game, you're powerless, don't resist the urge

So many black hearts answering the call, legions of the musically possessed

Congregations joining in our free-for-all, unleashing all the rage they've repressed

Come to us, succumb to lust, giving in to the ministry of sin

You know the drill, do as you will, dance like demons of the din

All will yearn for our nocturne, the dawning of our cult is at hand

Come and pray, we know the way, bow to the tempo of the damned

We are all the leaders of the horde, keepers of the apes of wrath

Heed the call of the volume lord, high priest of the bloodbath

Serve unto us, surrender us your souls and great rewards you'll receive

And when the tempo has taken all control even the heretics will believe

Come to us, succumb to lust, giving in to the ministry of sin

You know the drill, do as you will, dance like demons of the din

All will yearn, for our nocturne, the dawning of our cult is at hand

Come and pray, we know the way, bow, bow, bow to the tempo of the damned