| Open Pandora’s Box of evil
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| Summon something dark
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| As black ash falls from the skies
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| Overture of things to come
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| Incantations shall invoke the Octagon
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| Prepare innocent virgin offerings
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| Blood sacrifices must be made
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| In order to create darkness
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| From the darkness rises a son
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| A son that will rule the Earth
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| With the Octagon
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| Twisting your mind with horrors
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| Beaten, starving, dying
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| It is too late, you know it now
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| You made the wrong choices, you opposed
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| Now you are waiting for your turn
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| Naked, humiliated, fear of death
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| As queues to the slaughterhouse grow
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| The Octagon shines like never before
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| Incantations shall invoke the Octagon
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| Prepare innocent virgin offerings
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| Blood sacrifices must be made
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| In order to create darkness
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| From the darkness rises a son
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| A son that will rule the Earth
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| With the Octagon |