| Tentacled priests
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| With baphomet’s blood
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| To the horncrowned demise
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| We pray
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| Atrophic lands
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| With leprous life upon
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| Through stillborn screams
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| We leave behind our seed
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| The horncrowned demise
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| Its stench you shall breathe
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| With hunger in eyes
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| Fates to be sealed
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| I call the clouds together
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| Enshadowed the ring of the moon
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| Winged one through whirlwinds
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| Who bears the cloak of bones
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| Witchcraft breathing in his hands
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| Eighteen hands raised towards the sky
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| As pest awaits to arrive
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| The flavour of torments bitters your tongue
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| In oceans of sulphur
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| To get drowned
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| To the death |