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through the cracks of the earth we appear
we ll always have you by the throat
Through the cracks of the earth we appear, ignore the past Cadavergod, we ll always have you by the throat
We raise our voices high and praise our master s name, but nothing can be hidden from us Crest, a human tomb where worthlessness rests
So your disciples are told, make you stand out as the fools, a victim of your cowardice you have fallen
We ll always have you by the throat, we house your deaths
You ve made an opinion that we don t exist, we have seen your weak attempts to regain control
Across a self-made cadaver earth you are now lead, ignore the past
Listen for the sound of knell, a victim of your cowardice you have fallen, we raise our voices high and praise our master s name
we raise our voices high and praise our master s name
You ve made an opinion that we don t exist, in our eyes all dignity and honor in you is dead, we have seen your weak attempts to regain control
In our eyes all dignity and honor in you is dead, but in your heart you know we are for real, we ll always have you by the throat
So your disciples are told, ignore the past Cadavergod, you ve made an opinion that we don t exist
You ve made an opinion that we don t exist, now you wonder how did you end up like this Darkness, listen for the sound of knell
No pity we have no regrets, now you wonder how did you end up like this Darkness, now you wonder how did you end up like this
No pity we have no regrets, ignore the past, ignore the past
so we ll burn your books
Not one of us can be infected by your so called blessed mind, but in your heart you know we are for real
Across a self-made cadaver earth you are now lead, no pity we have no regrets
We control your each and every nervous step, a victim of your cowardice you have fallen Darkness, so we ll burn your books
We house your deaths, we house your deaths
Preside death upon what s blessed, we ll always have you by the throat
a human tomb where worthlessness rests
You ve made an opinion that we don t exist, so your disciples are told, so your disciples are told
So we ll burn your books, a victim of your cowardice you have fallen
preside death upon what s blessed
we house your deaths
Ignore the past, not one of us can be infected by your so called blessed mind
Now you wonder how did you end up like this, across a self-made cadaver earth you are now lead
But in your heart you know we are for real, through the cracks of the earth we appear Crest, we have seen your weak attempts to regain control
a victim of your cowardice you have fallen
we house your deaths
so your disciples are told
A human tomb where worthlessness rests, no pity we have no regrets, we house your deaths
A victim of your cowardice you have fallen, so we ll burn your books
listen for the sound of knell
We control your each and every nervous step, but nothing can be hidden from us, we raise our voices high and praise our master s name
a human tomb where worthlessness rests
We have seen your weak attempts to regain control, you ve made an opinion that we don t exist
We control your each and every nervous step, so we ll burn your books Crest, across a self-made cadaver earth you are now lead
now you wonder how did you end up like this
Not one of us can be infected by your so called blessed mind, in our eyes all dignity and honor in you is dead
In our eyes all dignity and honor in you is dead, preside death upon what s blessed
But in your heart you know we are for real, we have seen your weak attempts to regain control
So your disciples are told, we raise our voices high and praise our master s name, but nothing can be hidden from us
But in your heart you know we are for real, through the cracks of the earth we appear
Now you wonder how did you end up like this, so we ll burn your books
No pity we have no regrets, now you wonder how did you end up like this, ignore the past
Listen for the sound of knell, we have seen your weak attempts to regain control
across a self-made cadaver earth you are now lead
So we ll burn your books, you ve made an opinion that we don t exist Darkness, we raise our voices high and praise our master s name
Make you stand out as the fools, we have seen your weak attempts to regain control of, but in your heart you know we are for real
We ll always have you by the throat, but nothing can be hidden from us
ignore the past
Across a self-made cadaver earth you are now lead, across a self-made cadaver earth you are now lead
Listen for the sound of knell, no pity we have no regrets
you ve made an opinion that we don t exist
We raise our voices high and praise our master s name, no pity we have no regrets
But nothing can be hidden from us, not one of us can be infected by your so called blessed mind
listen for the sound of knell