Baal zebuth

The cold of the funeral moon

Baal zebuth
In a midnight darkness
I see your fresh grave
A cross put on it
Your christian soul goes to hell

You died for this
So as to get there
The cross doesn't help
Into this gloom combination you've got

You feel the cold
The cold of the funeral moon

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