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Far away in the hills... an ancient fire burns

Our black coven has gathered

For the coming of him... wolf's blood

Far away in the hills... witches are chanting

They are chanting and dancing

Rentum Tormentum

The priest calls forth to the altar slave

Prepare the virgin for sacrifice

He raises ritual dagger and plunges forth

Her hands raise to ask why?

The offer blood is sustenance for our gods

Far away in the hills... an ancient fire burns

Far away in the hills... witches are chanting

The ancient hymn of a past now reborn

Rentum Tormentum

Blood of our sacrifice

Drips into the baptismal choice

Carved from the skull of goat

Orgies, lust, perversions

All desires of hell now commence

We raise the blood filled chalice

And baptize the infant, wolf's blood

Far away in the hills... an ancient fire burns

Far away in the hills... witches are chanting

The ancient hymn of a past now reborn

Rentum Tormentum

And with him darkness has come

No one from our plague

We laugh at the world