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Hallowed upon glorified graves
Twisted minds, blasphemous
and demons are supporting the dead
In worship of who are led

of midnightly risen stones
Sounds of clattering skulls and
Like shadows they tight onto trees
Proud of their evilness, they are God's

They are gathered in the five pointed star
To close up the ritual of a so far
End what was not before
To the lord Satan they highly adore

The Boy's Choir whispers through
the fire