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This is the eve of the new era |
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A dark cold night of autumn breeze |
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The last leaves fall to the frosty ground |
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The pale moon gazes through the thick massing clouds |
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The witches are gathered, a hideous coven |
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In delirious tones, they are shouting |
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Foul mysterious words as they go |
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Through the gloom and into the fire |
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A loathsome shape of obscene horror, |
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Squats huge and monstrous upon the ebon throne |
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Denial of the god above |
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The stifling air reeks with filth and blasphemy |
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Faster and faster whirls the witches' lewd dance |
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Denial of the god above |
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Shriller and shriller they scream in tongues |
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And then a wan grey light flickers in the northern sky |
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Twelve o'clock is the time of night, |
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That the graves are gaping wide |
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They haste, to the orgies of the sabbat, |
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With the infernal sacraments |
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The rites of the pentagram, the dance of Acheron |
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The sweet and beautiful fantasies of evil |
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A loathsome shape of obscene horror, |
|
Squats huge and monstrous upon the ebon throne |
|
Denial of the god above |
|
The stifling air reeks with filth and blasphemy |
|
Faster and faster whirls the witches' lewd dance |
|
Denial of the god above |
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Shriller and shriller they scream in tongues |
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And then a wan grey light flickers in the northern sky |
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The circle is forever closed, within the secrets lie |
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Together they leave this dimension side by side |
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Twelve o'clock is the time of night, that the graves are gaping wide |
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They haste, to the orgies of the sabbat, with the infernal sacraments |
|
The rites of the pentagram, the dance of Acheron |
|
The sweet and beautiful fantasies of evil |
|
This is the eve of the new era |
|
A dark cold night of autumn breeze |
|
The last leaves fall to the frosty ground |
|
The pale moon gazes through the thick massing clouds |
|
The witches are gathered, a hideous coven |
|
In delirious tones, they are shouting |
|
Foul mysterious words as they go |
|
Through the gloom and into the fire |
|
Twelve o'clock is the time of night, that the graves are gaping wide |
|
They haste, to the orgies of the sabbat, with the infernal sacraments |
|
The rites of the pentagram, the dance of Acheron |
|
The sweet and beautiful fantasies of evil |