Tricking the Gods

When the moon becomes a mass for the pentagram,
 The rage will swell as night grows bright
 And it will search for those to brave and master the art of bleeding out
 This horrid fiend of the black would sever the wings of angels and then save souls
 Hunger will call on the night,
 Tricking the gods
 My breath, my eye, my air are yours to form
 Into the shape
 When the moon incants it's oath to an ancient law,
 The end of man will be his fright and even death will cling to this master
 Whose stench brings nightmares to the blind
 And the scream of the moon elect
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 Darkness will feed in their eyes (their eyes)
 As scream becomes their song (their song)
 Darkness will feed in their eyes
 In the night they're beyond the fatal
 Darkness will feed in their eyes (their eyes)
 As scream becomes their song (their song)
 Darkness will feed in their eyes
 In the night they're beyond the fatal
 Hunger will call on the night,
 Tricking the gods
 My breath, my eye, my air are yours
 I'm formless now
 Run, run with you dusk before it is ravaged
 And torn from beneath you
 Curse, this curse of the star
 Feasting on mortals and tricking the gods... of the gods
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 When the moon becomes a mass for the pentagram,
 The rage will swell as night grows bright
 And it will search for those to brave
 And master the art of bleeding out
 This horrid fiend of the black would sever
 The wings of angels and your soul
 When hunger calls on the night
 Your fatal flesh will be too torn for eyes
 Darkness will feed in their eyes (their eyes)
 As scream becomes their song
 Darkness will feed in their eyes,
 In the night they're beyond the fatal
 Darkness will feed in their eyes (their eyes)
 As scream becomes their song (their song)
 Darkness will feed in their eyes
 In the night they're beyond the fatal.