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Hiding Is so Futile
05:16
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Of all the gangs, he chose Adam's
Now he leads the pack in the name of Satan
Barren wastelands, where they ride
High on hatred, fearing none
Chosen ones
Wretched outlaws
Fiends's voice
Their bikes' roar
Lust to rape and kill, set a fire and rob
For their wicked master and his two horns
Don't cross their way, stay home instead
When the howls of the pack start to echo in the night
Devil's nomads
Hiding is so futile
Hellriders of doom
Coming right after you!
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Children of the Zone
05:53
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It's day again and we're living on borrowed time
We'll chase our dreams until we die
The ones with Devil's stars and circled A
Stay away from them is what they always say
Misanthropes by some, godless scum by others
I feel nothing inside but a lust for vengeance
I bet you're getting out of hope
Your world isn't so strong anymore
And God you worship is finally gone
This place is hell and it's called the Zone
It's day again but this time sun won't rise
Hear and spread the words of Heretic Rites!
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Sell Your Soul
03:57
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Would you sell your soul?
Chained to the altar yet free
Would you sell your soul?
Down here with me, to Him
Let it burn your mind
Until you start to feel love
Let it burn your mind
Death isn't such a price
Down here with me
Dressed in black
Succumb to sin
As the blood starts to seep..
Take a look into our eyes
We're shackled yet free
Take a look into His eyes
Down here, look together with me...
Would you sell your soul?
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Beneath the Chapel
07:28
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Show me the place where freedom sleeps within
Take me to the ruins among the graves hidden
I'll pay with gold, take whatever you want
Just let me see those crypts of the old
How long are those trees dead?
Can you hear something eating through them?
I'm not sure anymore but I'm not afraid
The candles I brought are black as you said
I feel the cross is staring at me
Or is it just some bird on it?
Now i promise I won't ask no more
But must we go down below?
Hooded figures are waiting me
Goat's night of sin it is!
Smoke fills the ruins, I accept thee
I've lost all yet I am free!
Hooded figures are waiting me
Goat's night of sin it is!
BENEATH THE CHAPEL
IN THE CATACOMBS
DOWN SATAN'S ALTAR
MY BLOOD FLOWS
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