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We are marching now

on this black mountain in silence

we have to satisfy

our primitive desires

we are moving to the place of

pure unholiness

where a blasphemous fire

rules the night

Only a fire in the night

will guide us to the top of the mountain

shining flames surrounded by darkness

will lead us through mighty forests

We get ready to the great event

in our mind the dark silent field

where a blasphemous fire rules the night

Black the night, black our way

to the great destination of evil

near is the clearing of madness

near is the place of the ancient fire

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We warm up by unholy flames

we forget previous faiths

we deny once praised saints

Hearts get painted black

burning from the depths

with no holiness