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Praise the symbol of Satan's might, bow before the darkest light |
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Hold the torch and chant with pride, as the bells chime tonight we rise |
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Dancing in shadows, casting dark spells where the holy ones hide |
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Mystical fire, shining on the altar of the ancient king |
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Enter the cult, follow the ways of the left hand path |
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Trample on the cross, praise the pentagram and all Hail Satan |
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Bray the horns of shining bronze, songs for rites on full moon nights |
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Far in lonesome woodland realms stands the temple of the cult |
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Dancing in shadows, casting dark spells where the holy ones hide |
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Mystical fire, shining on the altar of the ancient king |
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Enter the cult, follow the ways of the left hand path |
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Trample on the cross, praise the pentagram and all Hail Satan |
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On the darkest mountain peaks where the black winds carry me... |
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There I stand and sing this hymn to the sounds of infernal bells |