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Hallowed dances upon glorified
Twisted minds, slaves
Witches and demons are the dead
In worship of who are led

Views of midnightly risen
Sounds of clattering and bones
shadows they cling tight onto trees
Proud of their evilness, are God's enemies

They are gathered here in the five pointed
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