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Hell children, rise up from the gutter

the night has fallen

the moon cries out for blood

rise up and chase immortality with me

our hearts thirst for righteous vengeance

the names of martyrs written in stale smoke

seeping up from open sewers

their death stains the street

we built this world for the rich

our flags of crimson and cole

our bodies for the funeral pyre

make the bastards pay

bare your fangs at the dawn

our rage will put out the sun

reflect their sin back on them

swallowed up by the tidal wave

bare your fangs

make them pay

bare your hearts

your desire

hell children, rise up from the gutter

the world is yours