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One night among the graves |
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I found a sacred place |
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Where blood of life still flows |
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From sacrificial blows |
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Ah, hidden from light of sun |
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Ah, the Rites have now begun |
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Inside this sanctum |
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Blood still feeds the gods |
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Blasphemous Requiem |
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The Rites of Blood |
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I hid among the rocks |
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And watched the Dance Macabre |
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Upon the altar stone |
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A young girl writhed and moaned |
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Ah, with spikes made out of gold |
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Ah, they nailed her to the stone |
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Inside this sanctum |
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Blood still feeds the gods |
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Blasphemous Requiem |
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The Rites of Blood |
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Nothing sacred here |
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In this place of fear |
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Where the blood runs cold |
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I could hear the cries |
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As the virgin died |
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Upon the stone |
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The crimson stained altar began to glow |
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As death turned into life |
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The virgin tore away the spikes of gold |
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Blood pouring from her eyes |
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She ripped out every heart |
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Tearing bodies apart |
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The Accolites all dead |
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She came to me and said |
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Ah, I come from dust of earth |
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Ah, to dust she did return |
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Inside this sanctum |
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Blood still feeds the gods |
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Blasphemous Requiem |
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The Rites of Blood |