| Midnight approaches
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| When A circle is formed
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| Their faces are evil
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| Their minds are deformed
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| They preach to their demons
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| Sacrifice is prepared
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| She’s placed in a circle
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| Oh and a dagger is beared
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| I’ve caught them all a-gathering
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| To commit a blood crime act of madness
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| Their evil possessed minds
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| Can kill with only gladness
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| To sacrifice a young one
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| To Satan on that day
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| And perish after death
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| The Satanist’s on their path
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| Human corpses from the grave
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| Used in worships I am dismayed
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| Satan pleasures yeah deaths and treasures
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| Must be ready no not delayed
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| The sacrifice is prepared
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| Her naked flesh was pure
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| They wrap her in some red vines
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| No sight for good I am sure
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| Then shout their words of evil
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| Brainwashed into their minds
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| The sacrificial dagger
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| 'Tis placed in hands which bind
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| Devouring human flesh just to spill his blood like rain
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| Satanists rage against mankind
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| Take away his brain
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| They’ve sold their souls to Satan
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| Their witchcraft it is obscene
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| To be a dedicated disciple
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| To Satan this does mean
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| But I am here, They see me and they freeze
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| I shout the words of sacred scrolls on my knees
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| A steaming stench, their flesh it runs like oil
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| I hear their master shouting from under the soil |