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Seeking out for blood your addiction

Is still alive

Your insanity to cut dead people with a knife

The smell of rotten flesh stands beside you

Nightfall\'s misty reign controls

The blackheart\'s soul

Possessions in hunting the dead\'s blood

Will ever be aside you until you rot

No dead soul can ever be saved

Hear the screams out of the cold grave

The churches clock when it\'s twelve

It is your final sign to be alive

Dark and dusty graveyards are your final home

And hell stands beside you with satan

On his throne

Possessions in hunting the dead\'s blood

Will ever be aside you until you rot

No dead soul can ever be saved

Hear the screams out of the cold grave

Satan holds his might above the earth

To start her fall in endless pain

Mother earth will cry with 1000 screams

When hell reigns this planet

The earth is damned in hellish fire

When heaven is dethroned and crushed

Sun is frozen and gone forever

Heaven is dead and sun is gone forever

Possessions in hunting the dead\'s blood

Will ever be aside you until you rot

No dead soul can ever be saved

Hear the screams out of the cold grave