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Halls Of LustUnder the pillars of fleshWhere the hopeless yell Stinks the taste of death Blowing winds of lust Yell their pain Yell their lust Breathe their greed Into death they must The halls of lust Bloody cuts mark their skin Pale faces sneer Crying empty eyes Into the final ride Lost their faith Lost their sin Hope for death That gloomy grim The halls of lust Yell their pain Yell their lust Breathe their greed Into death they must The halls of lust When the night falls Darkness cloaks this gallery of cruelties Freezing fog covers their tortured bodies Oh...this endless winter night Offers depressive silence Awaiting the first light To begin and pump their blood Into their rotten veins Fill the halls with lust Flee from the night's frost Let the filthy blood flow Make the painful final cut Yell their pain, yell their lust Breathe their greed Into death they must The halls of lust Lost their faith, lost their sin Hope for death That gloomy grim The halls of lust |