| In the cryptic shadows of the mystic full moon night, echoes from the chanting
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| hymns of darkness bray with might.
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| Here I stand in mountains where the pagan songs are sung,
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| Only to invoke the mighty ancient king of hell.
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| Satan, in the night we summan thee,
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| Chanting magic words of blasphemy.
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| Black mass in a lonesome cryptic land…
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| Worship of the black majestic throne!
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| Members of infernal worship gather in the night,
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| Serving Satan and his demons for the heathen rise.
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| Voices from a lonely forest honors natures ways,
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| In the form of ceremonies that invoke the king.
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| Satan, in the night we summan thee,
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| Chanting magic words of blasphemy.
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| Black mass in a lonesome cryptic land…
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| Worship of the black majestic throne!
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| In this lonesome heathen lands torches summon demon winds,
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| Fire now ignites the skies.
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| Rites of darkness shall begin as I raise my ritual sword
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| Standing within a pentagram.
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| Thunder bolts in the skies of fire burning heavens’s realm of gold,
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| Angels fall with burning wings.
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| Wars in cosmic battlefields is the answer to my call,
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| Mighty is our victory |