Speaking in blood in this Hell
Broken house up on the hill
Breathe in wicked, true evil, oh yeah
Nightmare visions crush your soul
Human sacrifice on the outskirts of home
Hooved demons lay waiting
For the end game
Oh yeah, oh yeah
When the rats come crawling in
Evil witches come crawling out
The soft touch of cold dead hands
Children die in their beds at night
Master priests of the ultra-void
Directed by entities unknown
Secret breeding of broken women and men
Perverted gifts are handed down
We call for a world without man
A shapeless form crawls across the floor
To your door
When the rats come crawling in
Evil witches come crawling out
The soft touch of cold dead hands
Children die in their beds at night!
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