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Mist covers the altar of bone as the cloaked figures gather

Torchlight and rotten flesh fill the air

Crimson moon hangs low and deadly, pyres touch the sky

Meeting of the unholy chalice blood will flow tonight

Eyes wide, they’re drawing closer, chanting roars behind

Blade plunges deep, blood priests sacrifice

We praise the darkness and curse the light

With blade and bone we rule the night

Blood moon on the horizon

We four are gathered here

Upon this blood red altar

Curse the light embrace the fear

The wind is blowing frozen, the void is open wide

Tortured souls racked with pain, across the divide

Commune with those before us, dead secrets come to light

Ancient wisdom given to us, keepers of the night

The dark has become us, unknown plains await

Voidwalker’s beckoned call, our mortal escape