| A tremendous horned shadow
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| appeared in the red wintersky.
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| The unbearable resounding of the pagan bells
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| awake the souls of their tombs.
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| Hades calls them in front of the almighty throne
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| for the gathering of the black pact.
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| I’ve been dead, for centuries.
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| Today again my evil spirit,
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| celebrate the millenary of Satan,
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| in the freezing chapel of demons,
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| my delight is to hear the sputtering of heaven in fire.
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| With my Baphometic horde,
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| I desecrate the holy tombs,
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| I destroy the virgin edifices
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| I invert the holy cross,
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| In the name of profanation
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| I hail Baphomet!!!
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| At the sound of the millennium black bells
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| time has come for me,
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| to return in my paragon tomb, |