Decaydence

Won’t you step up
From the grave
Your parents made
Then you can start to
Count the cost

Take my hand
I’ll make you safe
Beside the lake
We’ll feed the lonely
And the lost

You still get down
On your knees
Will you ever see
The blood stains
Of your god

Eat the flesh
Drink the blood
Can’t get enough
You say you do it
For his love

Best you lie there
In your grave
Waiting for the end of days
Won’t it be great
To resurrect

All the rot

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