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gather in a circle,

the stars aligned ...

throw the bones, whispering spells...

Blood of the human sheep

Will cleanse the earth

Blood of the human sheep

Will turn to dust

Ritual X3

Hail the salvation!

Hail the poison!

Hail the death!

In a world of weakness

we need the end.

Ritual X3

Deliver us of this

pointless existence.

Darkness and black.

World polluted with humans.

We are the thin foiled figures on the dark horizon.

Bow before the end. Meltdown in silence.

Death is all we've ever had.