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On this night, we have some offerings to be done
Evil blood runs in our veins
Sacrifice, we have to kill the bastard son
We'll give our lives, Belial reigns
chorus: Sent to defile
Master of agony
Sent to defile
Shattered gods, the only way
Blasphemy, the only way
Angels rise, they try to take away the light
Escape, on Judgement Day
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From Belial
Desecration, trapped in isolation
Leave this land of terror
Where the sacred poisoned blood flows
Undead feelings, share the hatred within
Burn remains of the past
Leave the crimes of passion behind
Repulsive minds, the hate is growing deep within
Chose your faith, desires of sin
Morning comes, the dawn is hiding in the dark
Behold the sign, of the black mark
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From Belial
A ship of fools has followed them
They try to get beyond the land
The fortunetellers soon must die
Awaiting their cry
Behold
The One
Will die
The Lords are still waiting
My right's been acquainted
God, turns the Swing
The burning black mark, its future is gold
Oooh, see the horns
Among the people which they chose
It's you who will die
Fire is waiting,
Prepared for you mere soul
On this night, we have some offerings to be done  Evil blood runs in our veins  Sacrifice, we have to kill the bastard son  We'll give our lives, Belial reigns  chorus: Sent to defile  Master of agony  Sent to defile  Shattered gods, the only way  Blasphemy, the only way  Angels rise, they try to take away the light  Escape, on Judgement Day  chorus  From Belial  Desecration, trapped in isolation  Leave this land of terror  Where the sacred poisoned blood flows  Undead feelings, share the hatred within  Burn remains of the past  Leave the crimes of passion behind  Repulsive minds, the hate is growing deep within  Chose your faith, desires of sin  Morning comes, the dawn is hiding in the dark  Behold the sign, of the black mark  chorus  From Belial  A ship of fools has followed them  They try to get beyond the land  The fortunetellers soon must die  Awaiting their cry  Behold  The One  Will die  The Lords are still waiting  My right's been acquainted  God, turns the Swing  The burning black mark, its future is gold  Oooh, see the horns  Among the people which they chose  It's you who will die  Fire is waiting,  Prepared for you mere soul