الكلمات الأصلية
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Burial ground breaths evil
Footsteps lead to hills of tombs
Here thousand mourning spirits
Underneath hearts pounding
Feel the call of Satan
Dust filled chambers open
Altar now dried but stained
With blood once shed
Waiting for right one
Feel the call of Satan
Sacrifice the life
To serve the master
Covenant of souls tide
Waiting for this night
Feel the touch of Satan
Death release spreading
Like pestilence rising
To bring torment
Hunt the race of humans
Feel the wrath of Satan
