| There is a place beyond the dreamworlds
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| Past the womb of night
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| Lying in wait beyond the barriers of light
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| Shunned by the living, cursed by the dead
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| Here’s no peace, here’s no peace
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| None within, none without
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| Skinned bare by daggers that never doubt
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| Timeless in wisdom, unbound in might
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| Holy Evil!
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| By trembling hands concealed
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| Yet by fearless ones revealed
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| There the blood of Abel impregnates the soil
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| In which hungry darkness dwells and serpents coil
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| So that plants may rise to bear the strangest fruit
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| For all of ye that hunger
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| Higher! |
| Higher! |
| Come on you sons of fire!
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| Daughters of the black moon
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| Practitioners of art most dire
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| Dance! |
| Dance! |
| In twisting, white-eyed trance
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| Let us praise the flowering darkness
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| Brush forth across the land of Nod ye wicked ones
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| Ye who wear the mark and hold the keys
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| Come now, let us worship
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| At the womb of blasphemies
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| Rivers of blood! |
| Rivers of blood!
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| For the black earth’s quenchless thirst
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| The offering must never cease
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| Until the last man has been slain
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| Upon the altar of Mefisto
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| Higher! |
| Higher! |
| Let's set the night on fire!
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| Black moon bear witness to our rite
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| Beneath the devil’s pyre
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| Unchain, Set free, the flames of the Adversary!
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| Scorch the earth and devour all
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| That sifted from the ashes be
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| Hail! |
| Hail! |
| Thou who makes the cosmos wail!
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| In anguish as we fuck the world
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| And sodomize the god that failed
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| Cain! |
| Cain! |
| By thy blade let all god’s men be slain!
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| Harvest now the fruits of death and set the night aflame!
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| Again!
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| Fire!
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| Gather! |
| Gather! |
| Raise the flames for so long scattered!
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| For aeons cursed, yet proud we stood
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| Our liberation all that mattered
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| It’s time! |
| It is time! |
| The bells of Armageddon chime!
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| Rejoice ye now, oh hungry ones
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| Harvest time has come… |