| Sear and black wind, pervert until you soul
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| Expeller of wretched matter, expand the real world
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| Funnel inspire the pains, countless dims of subconscious
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| The sight of ghouls around your space, did you hear the serpent’s lament?
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| The dust impregnated into quiet wind, a smaze of enchanted evening
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| Where sunserves of Legba circle, prepare the nuptial flight
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| In terra demorto mundi, the men fell silent
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| The great snake was coming, then there was a petro rite
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| Wails will despise, on the river of the thorns
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| Flow that joy of death, reveal Damballah’s face
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| Anxious for young blood, needless, pins & caves
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| Sinuosity curse at midnight, dance of dolls
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| The secret of all serpents, not permite the riest
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| Restore their hideous plasma, all spirits descends to earth
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| Corps from exu are in serpentary, penetrate all opened tomb
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| The sight of ghouls around your space, did you the serpent’s lament?
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| …and then they called softly: Papa Ghede… |