| On the day of my final sacrifice
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| The chilling steel open my veins
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| Blood staines my skin
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| Silver chalice must be filled
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| Drinking the poisoned blood
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| I enter my shadowed coffin
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| Two goathorns in my hands
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| I raise my arms and close my eyes
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| To receive the infernal hails
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| From my brother in the land of the damned
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| The howling wind blows in the naked trees
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| Moonlit fields are glowing in the dark
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| Below me, the path to the cemetery
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| Where my spiritual brothers take me
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| They halt at the shadows of an oak
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| My nocturnal funeral commence
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| Lying in my blasphemous sleep
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| I am lowered down to the pit
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| A raven sings my last song
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| As the wolves howl their goodbyes
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| The funeral moon glows strongly now
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| For I am nearly there
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| This night of late October
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| The darkside open its gate
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| Morbid souls wait for me
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| For satanic conspiracy
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| Flowers of doom
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| Rising in bloom
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| You will see
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| Our immortality! |