Текст песни From Belial - Dead Head
                                                On 
                                                this 
                                                night, 
                                                we 
                                                have 
                                                some 
                                                offerings 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                done
 
                                    
                                
                                                Evil 
                                                blood 
                                                runs 
                                                in 
                                                our 
                                                veins
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sacrifice, 
                                                we 
                                                have 
                                                to 
                                                kill 
                                                the 
                                                bastard 
                                                son
 
                                    
                                
                                                We′ll 
                                                give 
                                                our 
                                                lives, 
                                                Belial 
                                                reigns
 
                                    
                                
                                                Chorus: 
                                                Sent 
                                                to 
                                                defile
 
                                    
                                
                                                Master 
                                                of 
                                                agony
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sent 
                                                to 
                                                defile
 
                                    
                                
                                                Shattered 
                                                gods, 
                                                the 
                                                only 
                                                way
 
                                    
                                
                                                Blasphemy, 
                                                the 
                                                only 
                                                way
 
                                    
                                
                                                Angels 
                                                rise, 
                                                they 
                                                try 
                                                to 
                                                take 
                                                away 
                                                the 
                                                light
 
                                    
                                
                                                Escape, 
                                                on 
                                                Judgement 
                                                Day
 
                                    
                                
                                                Chorus
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                Belial
 
                                    
                                
                                                Desecration, 
                                                trapped 
                                                in 
                                                isolation
 
                                    
                                
                                                Leave 
                                                this 
                                                land 
                                                of 
                                                terror
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                the 
                                                sacred 
                                                poisoned 
                                                blood 
                                                flows
 
                                    
                                
                                                Undead 
                                                feelings, 
                                                share 
                                                the 
                                                hatred 
                                                within
 
                                    
                                
                                                Burn 
                                                remains 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                past
 
                                    
                                
                                                Leave 
                                                the 
                                                crimes 
                                                of 
                                                passion 
                                                behind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Repulsive 
                                                minds, 
                                                the 
                                                hate 
                                                is 
                                                growing 
                                                deep 
                                                within
 
                                    
                                
                                                Chose 
                                                your 
                                                faith, 
                                                desires 
                                                of 
                                                sin
 
                                    
                                
                                                Morning 
                                                comes, 
                                                the 
                                                dawn 
                                                is 
                                                hiding 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                dark
 
                                    
                                
                                                Behold 
                                                the 
                                                sign, 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                black 
                                                mark
 
                                    
                                
                                                Chorus
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                Belial
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                ship 
                                                of 
                                                fools 
                                                has 
                                                followed 
                                                them
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                try 
                                                to 
                                                get 
                                                beyond 
                                                the 
                                                land
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                fortunetellers 
                                                soon 
                                                must 
                                                die
 
                                    
                                
                                                Awaiting 
                                                their 
                                                cry
 
                                    
                                
                                                Behold
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                One
 
                                    
                                
                                                Will 
                                                die
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                Lords 
                                                are 
                                                still 
                                                waiting
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                right's 
                                                been 
                                                acquainted
 
                                    
                                
                                                God, 
                                                turns 
                                                the 
                                                Swing
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                burning 
                                                black 
                                                mark, 
                                                it′s 
                                                future 
                                                is 
                                                gold
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oooh, 
                                                see 
                                                the 
                                                horns
 
                                    
                                
                                                Among 
                                                the 
                                                people 
                                                which 
                                                they 
                                                chose
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                you 
                                                who 
                                                will 
                                                die
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fire 
                                                is 
                                                waiting,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Prepared 
                                                for 
                                                you 
                                                mere 
                                                soul
 
                                    
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