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Sep 2020
There's a black church
On the darkest hillside

Will this make their thoughts divide?
Steal away flesh
Steal away bone

The rituals are our life
The rules are our own

Hear the groan from the devil we all know
Ashes from the flames dance gracefully

Like the fall from the 333
Bring it all back to us...

There's a black church
On the darkest hillside

Riding on his wings
We will never die.
Dedicated to Anton Lavey
Greyisntwell
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