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The Vampires
The Devils get offended to easily by
the truth
They are sore losers
that can't see what is below their feet
The Fires of hell long to burn
for their wicked souls
Their cursed bloodline
bares no fruit
Tares of Canaan,
servants of Baal I see your demise
Let the vengeance of hell
drag them down
The curse of the mark
upon their flesh
Jesus said "ye shall know
them by their fruits"
Barren wasteland of their souls,
rebels without a cause
Children of the snake
begone from my sight
Ye vampires burn in the sun of the truth,
Jesus is your kryptonite
No good comes from evil,
no truth from lies
Born from darkness
return to darkness
People of the night,
you cannot stand the light
From your father you spawn
to the him you return
In the end all weeds
are burned
