| Bathed in moonlight, devil worshippers chanting
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| Throughout the night music grew ever haunting
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| High on her throne, Satan seated beside her
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| Face cold as stone, Prince of Darkness to guide her
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| Priestess, priestess
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| Priestess, priestess
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| Merciless, Merciless
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| Murderess, Murderess
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| Poor helpless child brought unto Devil’s daughter
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| Crowd’s eyes went wild, eager to see the torture
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| Laid at her feet, stretched across marble altar
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| Ritual complete, drew her sword for the slaughter
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| The night was plagued by storms
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| People came in swarms
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| Trying to keep warm
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| All to the house of the Overlord
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| Through the night they came
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| Came for food and game
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| The poor, weak, the lame
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| All to the house of the Overlord
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| All through the year they would work and they’d sweat
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| And wait for the time of the year
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| Wait for the time when the man from the mansion
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| Would open his house and appear
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| Wealthy and regal, inviting the people
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| To sit at the tables and dine
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| Drinking their health he would serve them himself
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| With his music, his food and his wine |