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Followers of heathen culture, gather! Now is the time to unite. |
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We are the sons of a true god, mighty creator of our race. |
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Elements of nature grant us wisdom, domination, power and control. |
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Those are the ways of survival for existence of the wolven breed. |
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Ceremonies of the heathens, deep inside a mystic temple. |
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Voices of an ancient cult are chanting to the hymns of night. |
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Worshipping the moon in the darkness far in a land of solitude. |
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Summoning the ancients of the woodlands, |
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Summoning the demons of the sea. |
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Dressed in a shiny black robe I uphold a torch, |
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All in the name of my master ruler of the underworld of fire. |
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Lord of the strong and the brave your arrival I await. |
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King of the heathens, I sing to thee! |
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Hail... Lucifer |
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Hail... Abaddon |
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Hail... Beelzebub |
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Hail... Satan |
