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As the olden goat serves blood

And the cross is burned to black

Place the husk on the satanic altar

To call upon the Gods to come back

Seven stars will bring the Floods

Bringing plentiful crop to our land

The unholy rites held on holy mud

Shall ensure that Illinois stands

Feast of demons in the cornfields

Let us bring out the best tonight

Their blood is made an evil meal

We are the soldiers of the light

Seven waters to fill up the seas

Enough to make her fertile again

Seven palaces commanding the stars

Forever seeing that Illinois stands

In the praise of Illinois and what was done to get it

In the name of the Sun and the followers who fed it

With the memory of the ones that walked here before us

In the name of Satan within the shining light of Horus