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DENIZENS OF HELL

The moon rises as the spirits stir
And the devil comes out to play
So fucking sweet he�ll rot your teeth
Ghouls shall walk with one foot from the grave

Will you kill
For the thrill
Betwixt the sheets
This Hallow�s Eve?

Reach forth from the veil
Denizens of Hell
WHAT WILL WE DO IN THE PUMPKIN PATCH
Underneath the spell?

Drape my flesh
Thus my wish
Across my ghast
Within your grasp

Come forth to me as we spill the blood
I am betwitched by your devilry
So fucking dark with hellbound hearts
Dreadfully ghostly debauchery

Reach forth from the veil
Denizens of Hell
WHAT WILL WE DO IN THE PUMPKIN PATCH
Underneath the spell?

There�s madness inside the darkness outside
The devil eats the heart of God on this night
I will deny God my soul - NO!
And offer it to the devil
WE GODDAMN REVEL

We walk among your tombstones
Crack a open a beer, crack open a corpse
To phantasmagorical light
We chant the the titles of the dead
We come with our haunted songs
Sipping from a beer, sipping from a corpse
To phantasmagorical light
We will violate your dead

Bring you back to life
AND SKULLFUCK YOU TO DEATH

ONCE AGAIN

Reach forth from the veil
Denizens of Hell
WHAT WILL WE DO IN THE PUMPKIN PATCH
Underneath the spell?

There�s madness inside the darkness outside
The devil eats the heart of God on this night
I will deny God my soul - NO!
And offer it to the devil
WE GODDAMN REVEL