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Resurrection Smell Of Blood
God stands before me Thorns crown his head Sinners bare witness Profit will soon be dead Crying out god's abondoned son Stands alone to miss the rising sun Son of god dies without sin Reach out, last call for hell Torn flesh see your lord now Satan yearns the smell of blood Blood, blood fills the ground God dies Satan rules the land Sinners yearns the smell of blood Reach out, last call for hell Torn flesh see your lord now Satan yearns the smell of blood Torture chamber Torture chamber, tests your will to live Die by nature, this time you must give Tare my hand, feel my pain Torture chamber kills again Your empty soul, fate of time Torture chamber will survive Your time has come, you wait for the dawn You've sealed your fate, defied by human race Torment, the cry of death You stand, alone, tuere's nothing left Your world, is torn apart Your sorrid life, reaches out Sorrow, destroying the mind Mourn the sins, feel the cries Denial, immortal sin Your mortal heart, explodes within Torture chamber, tests your will to live Die by nature, this time you must give
