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We've come again to the end my friends,

the winds of change shall swirl up a din.

The beast is shifting shapes again,

weaponized to the teeth while we grin.

The years go by,

in the blink of an eye,

of an old withered man.

Our dreams lost,

to the sands of bastard time.

What was our crime,

but to exist?

We'll be sent before the Devil.

Hell we're on his list!

Onto the gates of pearl,

we piss our tribute.

Open your flesh and,

let the beast flow through you.

Your abysmal heart!

Black as pitch,

and dead right from the start.

This century,

the nightworld is ours!

That cannot die which eternally is dead,

two in the place of a once severed head.

Hydra of bone and its swirling dance,

hypnotizing the weak in its trance.

The years they fleet,

like the words of the meek,

in the face of the storm.

Bear witness as this Hell is born.

Unto this earth,

we are their curse,

we are the truth.

If you seek eternal life,

we are its living proof.

The gates glided in gold,

our blackened entrance.

Open your veins and,

pay the demon penance.

Your abysmal heart!

Black as pitch,

and dead right from the start.

This century,

the nightworld is ours!

Deliver us relentless,

deliver us the damned.

The dead we're still here,

walking with blood upon our hands.

Deliver us intention,

deliver us the true.

The movers of this world,

who'll shake the very life from you.

Onto the gates of pearl,

we piss our tribute.

Open your flesh and,

let the beast flow through you.

Your abysmal heart!

Black as pitch,

and dead right from the start.

This century,

the nightworld is ours!