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The Coven
by ZOIS
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Prayers For Fire
Down the woods fate is upside down
Can't you hear the fog
The croaking sound of death?
Just where rage is all that counts
You can find me praying for fire
Down the woods
The coven of the black pope's calling on rage
Praying for fire
Down the woods
The black fog, skulls and the moon feed the flame
You can find me praying for fire
Hellbound
Down the woods
The coven of the black pope's calling on rage
You can find me praying for fire
Your rage and your black sense
I can't stand the face of your god
The sight must look disturbing at all
Cause we're not here to pray
But you can't stand the face of the dark
We dance around the graves that you messed up
Why would we be faking that
When there's no way out of hell
Down the woods fate is upside down
Can't you hear the fog
The croaking sound of death?
Just where rage is all that counts
You can find me praying for fire
Down the woods fate is upside down
Can't you hear the fog
The croaking sound of death?
Just where rage is all that counts
You can find me praying for fire
Down the woods
The coven of the black pope's calling on rage
Praying for fire
Down the woods
The black fog, skulls and the moon feed the flame
You can find me praying for fire
Prayers For Fire
Down the woods fate is upside down
Can't you hear the fog
The croaking sound of death?
Just where rage is all that counts
You can find me praying for fire
Down the woods
The coven of the black pope's calling on rage
Praying for fire
Down the woods
The black fog, skulls and the moon feed the flame
You can find me praying for fire
Hellbound
Down the woods
The coven of the black pope's calling on rage
You can find me praying for fire
Your rage and your black sense
I can't stand the face of your god
The sight must look disturbing at all
Cause we're not here to pray
But you can't stand the face of the dark
We dance around the graves that you messed up
Why would we be faking that
When there's no way out of hell
Down the woods fate is upside down
Can't you hear the fog
The croaking sound of death?
Just where rage is all that counts
You can find me praying for fire
Down the woods fate is upside down
Can't you hear the fog
The croaking sound of death?
Just where rage is all that counts
You can find me praying for fire
Down the woods
The coven of the black pope's calling on rage
Praying for fire
Down the woods
The black fog, skulls and the moon feed the flame
You can find me praying for fire
