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Baptised in black goat blood on the mystic altar |
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Infernal gods of death bless thy sons of Satan |
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Raise the knife; cut the goat, drain its blood |
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And fill the chalice |
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Ancient words are spoken as the rite begins |
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Members of the cult raise their torches high |
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Raise the knife; cut the goat, drain its blood |
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And fill the chalice |
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The moon is full... the night is cold... the stars are bright... the wind so moans... |
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A fire burns... within our forest... the blood is thick... and only black |
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Baptised in black goat blood on the mystic altar |
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Infernal gods of death bless thy sons of Satan |
