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Deep in your mind in subconscious voice |
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Eager to call, he who's guarding the gates |
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Feast of evoking, he who comes from the depth |
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Circle of Seance, in a trance of decay |
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Mass for abyss, so it will be done |
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Die! Only a soul, is worth his affection |
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Giving your life, his only need |
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And at the gate the Master is waiting |
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Come, kneel and beg for his grace |
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One out of all has the priviledge of approval |
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The rest remains dwelling through |
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the crypts of knowledge |
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Fighting the powers of forgiveness, remain |
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an evil black soul |
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Only a soul, is worth his affection |
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Giving your life that's all he needs |
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Circle of seance, not one soul will awake |
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Eager to call, mass for abyss |
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And at the gate the Master was waiting |
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Only one of all had priviledge of power |
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The rest is there to die a thousand deaths |