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I can feel the earth is moving

Underneath my hoofed boots earthing

Fire protrudes from whence I'm pointing

Fading every jewel

Thronged upon the rock and metal

There's a horde inside this temple

Mass around your favorite devil

Learn to make them cry

Wah-wah-wah-wah

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See him hover way up high

He is the bat with 16 eyes

He has a thirst to satisfy

A craving for your blood

Now here comes the wolves with whips

And 40 goats with pitchfork sticks

And look there is a lunatic

He wants to make you cry

Wah-wah-wah-wah

Wah-wah-wah-wah

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I'm the chieftain of your feelings

I'm the god of air you're breathing

You cannot escape my dealings

I will make you cry