The Conjuring by Grave Robber


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The Conjuring
by Grave Robber

Album: Escaping the Grave


The insides are maggoty
With greed and gluttony
Shine up the surface to sparkle in the sun

Like manicured grave plots
Worm eaten flesh, bone rots
Beneath the skin we find a total fraud

Snakes! You brood of vipers
The blood on your hands flows thick as tar
Raise up your proselytes
Make them twice the sons of hell you are

Beware the conjuring
Selling you ear tickling
A wolf in sheep's clothing

Terrible times will come
False universalism
Itching to hear something new under the sun

Lovers of heresy
A great apostasy
Fires of Gehenna stoked for the second death

Snakes! You brood of vipers
The blood on your hands flows thick as tar
Raise up your proselytes
And make them twice the sons of hell you are

Beware the conjuring
Selling you ear tickling
A wolf in sheep's clothing


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