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There’s a place out of town, feared by all men
For there worships demons, beasts and Master McWren;
He is the pope of Lucifer’s Church
He doesn’t take communion:
Unless you’re in a hearse!

He’s the leader of the:
Dark Church, Dark Church!

Don’t you be roaming the streets after dark,
Ghosts and Master McWren will be on your trail;
They’ll hunt you down
They’ll cut you up:
A sacrifice to the underworld
Your body in a cup!

You’re the victim of the:
Dark Church, Dark Church!

Wanna fight the Lord?
Want to live a life of sin?
The Dark Church’s crypt
Is the place to begin;
Down there Master McWren
Will start the ceremony
Once you’re in there’s no out,
It ain’t no party!

It’s your Christening in the:
Dark Church, Dark Church!
Join Master McWren in the:
Dark Church, Dark Church!

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from An Angel Called Lucifer, released June 30, 2006

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