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gonna steal your girl
'Cause I hate your kin!"
Fur was flying, capes were torn
Hell hath no fury like a werewolf scorn
Number one rule in this Clan
Slay

So I can't be very
Never got the chance
To hold your hand
But that's okay
I became entranced
By circumstance
My love will guide the way
My love will

the truth by and large
Leaves me adrift
Far from the barge
But the truth by and large...
I seek a way to understand
Learning my motives
Which will on one hand

mission on Earth, to plant his seed, to destroy all the good!
Our sigil is Death itself! The Demon's legion attack!

Humanity is blinded by fear, their

another shape of scorn 

Built on the backs of the suffering majority 
Or once taken from them by force

Taken by us the privileged ones
Accustomed

Unholy revolting royalty
A kingdom of incest and scorn
Blue blood pumps through black hearts
Ever since they were born
Wretched infernal demon lords

God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen

Ralph Carmichael

O Holy Night: Twenty Christmas Favorites

2003

born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort

by the twists of fate
Superior minds, yet eyes so blind
We slay what we don't get, including our own kind

She walks the Earth
With no hatred, scorn

of the insane

Life of scorn and malice
Misery, torture and dread
Worship the unholy spirit
Pray to the God of the dead
Banished by ten baneful witches

Oh my friend he was a gambler
Broken down by idle hands
And he came on down to Georgia 
Tried to be a better man

Now his girl's gone up and left him

My epitaph was etched the day I was born
Here lies a man filled with hatred and scorn
He achieved nothing from life until death
A waste of space,

strangulation

Unless they shovel to the depths
And drag me out to gasp
But they will not come because I know they Scorn this place as much as I do

Unearth

the lost adventure kissed by fate
And the empty rooms and corners cast their scorn at every turn
Nobody waits to hear an answer
No one has the time to spare

to heart
Our time itself is torn
Fleeting moments, flying snow

Countless, the years trapped in scorn
Fuelled by love but burned by life
Eons will pass, soul

Possessed

Satyricon

Volcano

sight, at the brink of one's abyss
Out of the maze, with clear sight, cold eyes at the world
Out of the maze, with clear sight, disbelief and scorn
Out

on the system
Sponsored by low-hanging fruit-flavoured vodka
I shake hands with shadows an hour before dawn

I shake hands with shadows an hour before dawn

Crouching in the walls of the darkest shrine
Aloysius towers over the filthy swine
Smack him with a book and hold him up by his neck
Is school just

They came by sea
And struck by night
Swallowing the land
With all their might
Tear through your skin
To reach their gold
They'll pick the wound
Until

the legend holds
Candles blaze in the temple of scorn
Adorned by the horns, the oath is sworn

The serpents dance, the prophecy begin
Behold the requiem, torn

pulled you in
Puppeteer unspoken sin
In my thrall
Thought I'd push you away
Gripping tighter by the dawn
Feeling washed away by scorn
Nothing better wished

one, one with the pyres at dawn

We are the heretic hunters tonight
We are the heretic hunters for life
By the hand of our belief
And the harvest

scorn

Mountains
Moved with power
By demons
Conjured inside me

My soul
Shattered glass
Will tear through
Thicket and thorn

Valleys
Carved with terror
In

lighting strikes It's followed by
trails of thunder
Unlike the storm, decorated in scorn She's left with fear of
wonder
She's lonely, lonely
She lies in

Built to forever win, built to destroy
Inexorable, built to crush and burn
Fueled by superior blood, by (your) pain and fear
Unholy mass murderer -