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The moon is full and the time is nigh, |
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Infant flesh must be sacrificed |
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To satisfy our dark lord Satan, |
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To satisfy our dark lord Satan. |
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Fires blaze and in the distance a lonely church bell is tolling the witching hour. |
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Crying suddenly ends with the flash of the silvery blade. |
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Babies bred for this purpose only, |
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Innocent blood shall be shed. |
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The cult that serves the living fire, |
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Once again has assembled. |
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Fires blaze and in the distance a lonely church bell is tolling the witching hour. |
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Crying suddenly ends with the flash of the silvery blade. |
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Not one drop of blood gets wasted, |
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All is collected to a chalice made of human skull, |
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And the shared equally among the black clad, |
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Worshippers of the horned one. |
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As the warm blood is being consumed, |
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Dark powers fill the members of the sombre cult. |
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As the warm blood is being consumed, |
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Dark powers fill the members of the sombre cult. |
