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Hallowed dances upon glorified graves Twisted minds, blasphemous slaves Witches and demons are supporting the dead In worship of who they are led
Views of midnightly risen stones Sounds of clattering skulls and bones Like shadows they cling tight onto trees Proud of their evilness, they are God's enemies
They are gathered here in the five pointed star To close up the ritual of a time so far End what was not ended before To meet the lord Satan they highly adore
