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Lord Calling From The Deepest Darkness

Darkness, cold, wind, storm and fire Call the white wolf And the sacrifice shall begin Like a call from the deepest darkness

Denying all your holy standards, In our veins flows blasphemy. Drive the nails deeper into thy hands. Press the thorns upon thy brow. Bring blood from

her man she caught cheatin Mothers eyein, sons cut down like bushes Daddys sicker than the land lord, just evicted Stressed to death, month to month until he kicked it I seen ya hustlin on the dark

the game is war The wrath of a warchild The anger inside keeps calling thee The wrath of a warchild The lord of the dark will set you free Deep in the

their Lord Militant Commander had assumed position at the head of the army's Alpha Wing, polished swords, spears and poll-axes reflecting the glow from

. But at that moment, black terror descended screaming from the twilight sky... howling swarms of winged fiends, hurled forth from the malignant bosom of Lord

you'll win a bright future. Fear when the sky is covered with wings of darkness. You call me a dark lord, I lead this dark path. My servants, unfaithful

his throne whence he sensed a presence All of life were pale with fear and hate as dark waters trembled And Azag-Thoth was awaken from sleep as dark waters

burn this bridge behind me but alone I seem condemned to lose my way Yet when I'm weak Lord you are strong that's what your word reminds me so I call