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Disiplin - Under His Horns lyrics
black ink from my veins
 carving his name in flesh
 a contract for the soul
 a devilish possessive lense
 riddles - riddles - riddles
 destined for the few
 curses damnations blasphemies
 destined for the masses
under his horns
 the dark that breathes pulsating
 electrically fearinducing
 inquisition - running rabid
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 lurking, stalking and preying
 dying in my hands
 knives, blades and razors
 walls made of flesh
under his horns
 where is the light
 trapped inside the dirt
 crawling
 crawling like lice
 maggots
 maggots under his foot
 slaves
 slaves of the horned one








