| The circle of bones has been sealed
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| Prepared for these most ancient rites
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| Three virgin cunts, arrested by chains
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| Gut them like pigs— let their filthy blood drain
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| Dark astral sigils brand their bruised backs
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| With eyes disembodied, enshroud them in black
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| Moaning, defeated— mere inches from death
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| We reach out to you, master, with this offering of flesh
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| Cremation of the captured
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| Inhaling the funeral plumes
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| Torches besoaked and then set ablaze
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| Accept now this token of dreck, death, and doom
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| Observing communion— satanic elite
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| Nails through the midst of the lamb’s hands and feet
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| Affixing with hammers— a spear through the side
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| Staked with conviction as if it were Jesus Christ
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| Impaled and hung up high, there
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| Three of their most rotten thieves
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| In a black recreation, so hideous and foul
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| Of when this sickening lie was so deftly conceived
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| Unearthly ritual— bloodlet thine human sow
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| In flames, his face appears
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| Black intentions— crystal clear
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| Darkly, the mass has encircled
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| In silence, the hooded look on
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| The skies, they are threatening terrible storms
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| Protesting this crucifixion
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| So hear me now and rise up from the flames
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| Twisting leviathan
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| Our path, left-handed
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| We bear the bestial markings spelling doom
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| O' master, rear your horned head
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| Master, exhale your acrid breath
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| We are your humble servants
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| We bow before your blackened essence, true
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| Unearthly ritual— bloodlet thine human sow
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| In flames, his face appears
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| Black intentions— crystal clear
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| Accept our sacrifice
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| Their blood will giveth voice
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| Carbonized in cruciform
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| Black inversion of the one called «Lord» |