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In a harsh world you need a thorny touch

When your allegiances, they don’t get you much.

If you follow us you can find redemption through her.

Our goddess of hatred. Goddess of night.

Goddess of burden. Goddess of Spite.

We will still be here when you wake,

ever forsaken each breath you take.

Just breathe her in. The dream begins.

Absolved of sin. Suffering will now come to an end.

Let the Ritual begin.

Symbols carved in supple flesh. Save the bones, burn the rest.

I want nothing but her sweet caress, it engulfs me.

I see her in shadow, see her at night she glows.

Oh, how she glows.

Leaving a black spot on my vision, lesion or boil,

buried beneath me deep in the soil.

I know that we’ve all grown if you just follow me,

I’ve got so much to show you.

It’s hard, baby, but not so much, If you handle me I’ve a thorny touch!

I know where the roses grow, if you follow me, baby,

I’ll show you where to go, where we’ll all grow!