| Steeped for nine days in the gloom of death
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| Eat the flesh of rotten dogs
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| Magic circle drawn around the grave
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| Midnight tolls
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| Come to me, show yourself
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| Oracle of the dead
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| From the grim gate of Hades
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| From the underworld you’re led
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| We hear the baying growing louder
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| Hell hounds arrive in packs
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| Snakes swarm up from the soil
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| Spirits draped in black
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| Obscure vault with lighted torch
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| Chant the rites from my ancient book
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| Arcane knowledge only dead possess
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| Dread the howls
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| Goddess we’re calling
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| Speak the rites
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| With the hellhounds by her side in the night
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| The dead will come back to life
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| By virtues of resurrection
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| And agonies of the damned
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| I conjure and command thee
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| Answer my demands
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| You will obey these ceremonies
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| Come back to your shape
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| Or suffer everlasting
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| Rise up from your grave
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| Hecate we’re calling you
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| An offering so pure
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| Mourning of spirits lost
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| Tribes of Dis
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| Force of chaos, cloaked in black
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| Arise the corpse up from the grave
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| Take a look, don’t move your eyes
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| She appears
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| Hear the hiss growing loud
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| Flesh of infant skinned alive
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| One look at her will destroy your mind
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| Chant the rites |