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Everybody felt it coming, things were getting bad

That feeling fucking in your gut

That drives you fucking mad

A Legendary house of worship for Detroit metal dogs

Earn your punk rock party strips by Manowar beer bong

But everything that reeks of violence must meet a bitter end

When you walk down paths of darkness, the Devils force ascends

It watches you and bends your mind and forces you to accept

That you worship at the altar of chaos, pain and death

Filthy punks, too much booze

You know we're born to lose

Demon metals, medieval sins

He who dares wins...

Manarchy, Whack Arnold's, The Pumpkin, Cleo's, FOAD

On this block of blasphemy was where our souls were sold

Spells and incantations blast into the night

Lullabying children with tales of morbid fright

Misanthropic, Nihilistic

Burn black candles at both ends

Headbanging men, heavy drinking with your friends

But now the dogs have caught your scent

The hounds are on to you

The fires of Hell are bursting forth

Consuming all you knew...

Into the fire goes the memories of your past

Out of the ashes is the spell book that was cast

Covered in soot, shrouded in Satanic Leather

Four walls breathing fury

The cracks are wearing thin

Light shines under the door

I'm coughing up blood again

She covers up and shivers

The wind shakes window panes...

The nameless thing outside the door

It is ever coming closer

It is ever coming closer

It is ever coming closer

It is....HERE.

Into the fire goes the memories of your past

Out of the ashes is the spell book that was cast

Covered in black, shrouded in Satanic Leather