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In the cryptic shadows of the mystic full moon night, echoes from the chanting hymns of darkness bray with might. |
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Here I stand in mountains where the pagan songs are sung, |
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Only to invoke the mighty ancient king of hell. |
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Satan, in the night we summan thee, |
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Chanting magic words of blasphemy. |
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Black mass in a lonesome cryptic land... |
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Worship of the black majestic throne! |
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Members of infernal worship gather in the night, |
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Serving Satan and his demons for the heathen rise. |
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Voices from a lonely forest honors natures ways, |
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In the form of ceremonies that invoke the king. |
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Satan, in the night we summan thee, |
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Chanting magic words of blasphemy. |
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Black mass in a lonesome cryptic land... |
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Worship of the black majestic throne! |
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In this lonesome heathen lands torches summon demon winds, |
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Fire now ignites the skies. |
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Rites of darkness shall begin as I raise my ritual sword |
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Standing within a pentagram. |
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Thunder bolts in the skies of fire burning heavens's realm of gold, |
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Angels fall with burning wings. |
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Wars in cosmic battlefields is the answer to my call, |
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Mighty is our victory |
