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Shadows of the past fade before my eyes, |
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There are evil voices in the air, |
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I sense a presence in the darkness around, |
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Pervading every sound and every shadow, |
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The moon is full; the horned messenger |
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That has guarded this world for aeons |
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Yet now only beckons to those who still |
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Bear strength in their hearts, |
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The strength to fight, conquer and kill, |
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The ones that have raped this earth |
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For so many years, |
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I am drawn towards the woods again, |
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Where trees whisper of a storm to be awoken, |
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Of powers that were asleep for many years, |
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And a glorious past that was forgotten, |
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It is true that many of us had grown ignorant and weak, |
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Whilst the world around was slowly declining. |
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Fools! Unaware of the infernal wrath |
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That waits to be unleashed upon them, |
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They fell to the liars' words and bowed |
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Before the cross of the dead one. |
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With my every thought the dark enhances thousandfold, |
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When suddenly I emerge from the shadows into a clearing |
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A gruesome silence in the light of the moon, |
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The ground breathes pure evil, |
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I know I have reached my destiny in this world. |
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Four others I distinguish, |
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Grim and pale faces with empty eyes, |
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Now the pentagram is whole, words are spoken, |
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And steel gleams in the dark. |
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The roar of a thousand storms approaches, |
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The earth trembles and the moon turns bloodred, |
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As we cut our flesh in honour |
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Of our forgotten Lord's return |
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Demons start emerging from the abyss, |
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The legions of hell are set free at last, |
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As a vast black shadow leaves the gates now opened wide, |
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Our mortal bodies lie scattered and dead. |
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But we shall be reborn in His fire, |
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And our deaths will not have been in vain, |
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For our sacrifice will wrap this world in endless darkness, |
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And tomorrow shall know the blackest dawn, |
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For we have opened the Gates Of Hell, |
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This will be the final holocaust of the human race. |
