| Gasping in the night, stabbed by the horns
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| Moans beneath the pentagram, fuelling the spirit of the ritual
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| Shivers hanging from the cross
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| Blood streaming from the signs on your chest
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| Possessive hands coming forth from the night
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| Strapped before the signs of Hell
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| You’re shivering, goose bumped shivering
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| Split your legs apart, riding the thorns, eyes white rolling in possession
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| For the shadow you shall spread, pulled to the horned, forcing penetration
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| Horned for the beast, for me the path growing stronger
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| Choke hold victory… choke hold victory…
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| Gasping in the night, fulfillment, stabbed by the horns
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| Screams beneath the pentagram, stabbed by the horns
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| Screams beneath the pentagram, hanging upon the inverted cross
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| Raw mercy laid down, occult madness and rituals
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| Goring glory rising the dead, mirroring future in my eyes
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| You’re shivering, no escaping the spells, your shivering is the pleasure
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| Choke hold victory… choke hold victory… |