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The Crown( Crown )
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Crowned In Terror
It's not over yet Consuming flames of the faceless one There's no time to repent As you bow before the serpent god
There is no turning back Festering demons to hatred sworn And ready to attack The jaws of death are hungry like a war
Songs of death shall kill the lies forever And ever
Baptized burning, cold flames Will purify my soul Our hearts are rotten to the core Behead the prophets, their skulls
Trophies in the final war The plague of man, crowned in terror Hate and soulless might It's not over yet
Racing down these dead end streets There's no time to repent One last shot of the end complete There is no turning back
Festering demons to hatred sworn What we have sown Is ours to reap
Songs of death shall kill the lies forever And ever
Baptized burning, cold flames Will purify my soul Our hearts are rotten to the core Behead the prophets, their skulls
Trophies in the final war The plague of man, crowned in terror Hate and soulless might It's not over yet
Racing down these dead end streets There's no time to repent Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com One last shot of the end complete There is no turning back
Festering demons to hatred sworn What we have sown Is ours to reap
As we watch the angels die In the lake of sulphur, we'll watch 'em drown A massacre divine Blasphemous locust in genocide reborn
The beating of your heart Echoing in silence, the sound of death As your soul is torn apart A violent cry of pain, riding your final breath
It's not over yet Consuming flames of the faceless one There's no time to repent The serpent god, damnation lord
There is no turning back Festering demons to hatred sworn And ready to attack The jaws of death are hungry like a war
Baptized burning, cold flames Will purify my soul Our hearts are rotten to the core Behead the prophets, their skulls
Trophies in the final war The plague of man, crowned in terror Hate and soulless might It's not over yet
Racing down these dead end streets There's no time to repent One last shot of the end complete There is no turning back
Festering demons to hatred sworn What we have sown Is ours to reap
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