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An old curse, life to be taken, |
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A new fate, a god to go down, |
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Wine will flow and seeds will grow |
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A wood regards his gates, |
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For blood shall feed new seeds, |
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The leafs cover the paths, |
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For wine shall bless old trees |
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A black knife, slaughtery for a drunk of life, |
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Ecstacy, quest for seedlings of a sacred tree |
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An old curse, life to be taken, |
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A new fate, a god to go down, |
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Wine will flow and seeds will grow |
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The altar has risen |
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And the knife falls down |
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Sacrifice |
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Blood fills the bowl, as wine to be served |
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Ascension. |
