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Wet fur bares the smell of death
Sodden cur
On your heels their fetid breath
Jackal kings, guardian slaves
The child is delivered unto the earth
From the womb of a beast
With a million parents of the dark
To guide and serve
From the blackness they emerge
Fed on diseased decay
For their master they must kill
To guard the gates of hell's conception
Running you scream in naked fear
Untold terror
A scene of evil unbelieved
Behold the fire
Fight relentlessly
Can't give up, we must believe
Bodies lie in smoldering piles
Bring cold lips unearthly smiles
A soul captured was not won
So revealed the prophecy
Has the likeness of a man
It bears the mark of numbers
Now with the faith and sacred knives
The time is right
The beast is destroyed and the light commands
Triumphant trial
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