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Blood Tithe - Ritualistic Purging of God şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Blood Tithe

albüm: Snuffed Into Darkness


All kings shall fall
At the sound of the trumpet the dead will rise again
Hell's fire engulf their churches, sacred bindings reduced to ash
Our father's holy puppet, stone cold lying dead at the altar
Drink of the new found wine, flowing from the tip of the knife
All kings shall fall
Bring forth thy plague, locusts of eden
Undying light snuffed into darkness
Ritualistic purging of god
Ritualistic purging of god

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