| Gather around, under the oak
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| The drawing of the moon has begun
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| There is no escape from the eyes of the night
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| Relent to the call of the dead
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| A pact is now made, the ritual begins
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| The master is calling your name
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| Hear the howl of the wolf, a cry from the dark
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| The kiss of the beast on your lips
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| The summoning, it comes from the hills
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| Tremble at the sound of the bell
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| Look to the heavens as the horror descends
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| The coronation of ruin begins
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| The Sabbath is near, the deed must be done
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| Your last rites are read, you are doomed
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| Demons surround the unholy one
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| A shapeless wraith from the void
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| Spectre of night, black angel of death
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| From out of the fire he comes
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| The summoning, it comes from the hills
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| Succumb to the sound of the bell
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| He calls, to you
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| The summoning, it comes from the hills
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| He calls, to you
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| Succumb to the sound of the bell
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| Spells of the old, the crucible flows
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| Manic shapes in the mist
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| Men of the cloth, the witch’s creed
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| Crystal Templars on ancient wings
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| Spirits of Earth
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| The marble throne
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| Violent mourn under the moon
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| A child of the sun
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| A fatal storm blows
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| The land is now in ruins
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| The summoning, it comes from the hills
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| Succumb to the sound of the bell
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| The summoning, it comes from the hills
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| He calls, to you
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| Succumb to the sound of the bell
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| He calls, to me
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| Succumb to the mark of the beast
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| He calls, to you
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| The kiss of the beast on your lips
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| He calls, to me
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| One with the lord of the night |