Stealer Of Souls by Hammercult
Night falls, death calls
The creature returns from beyond
Black curse, hate spawns, storming the dawn
Sharp fangs, red eyes
Scorching the mist crimson light
Wind howls, moon shines
Whispers my name in the night
No cure, impure, death lure
They call me the stealer of souls
Now, from hell below I crawl
From the graves they hear my call
As the flesh rejoices my soul
Rise again before the dawn
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