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The congregation of the damned
Gather in the serpentine sabbath
In honor of their leader
The great deceiver
Bearing the brand, symbol of death on their head or hand
Crying out the number of him who is in their command
(Six, six, six)
How could you stoop so low?
Didn't you know the consequence of choosing him?
His words will be silenced
As his teeth hit the back of his throat
I will curb stomp the devil
Where the streets are paved with gold
