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Occult

[Instrumental]

Face my hungry blade This will be your end I slit your fucking throat Blood will stain my hands I just want you to die To feel my fucking hate You'll

Apocalyptic doom is near, casting death's spell No one can escape, the imminent nuclear hell Warmongers scheme unfolding divine vision Kill the enemy,

I am obsessed by the grave Born in the shadow of death Blessed with a vampire rage My touch is Azrael's breath Roaming through the night, in the gothic

Cursed with an empty life, senseless existence Suffering consumes my mind, internal world of fear Scarred by the horror of enduring nothingness No reason

Enter the realm of the Messiah Receive the revelation of hate The coming apocalypse We are here to celebrate Return of Christ in the flesh Blessed with

Death and terror, words divine I seek the enemy, across the line To fight and kill I was born To slay the innocent without scorn Walking the battlefields

We the souls of evil unite We the black figures appear Battlefield is near, Occult legion laugh We have no fear, strong and rough We are spawned by forces

Why are my words so twisted That answers turn into questions Misunderstanding, they keyword Finding answers, my point of view... So it seems, its black