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Damned be those of the craft

Ye who wield such horrid spells

Soon to see their nights last pass

Into cauldron cold, black feathers fell

Flesh succumbs to dagger's stab

Blood boils deep with tallow first

Second comes the scales of snake

With spit and semen to complete their curse

Our souls are not for the taking...

Not in vain we shall die with prides

Our names are bound into the black unholy book

We have sold our souls... to Lucifer!

We know not of heaven except for mortal lies

We are not damned yet hunters,

Crowned under this dreadful night

Damned be those of the craft

Damned be those of the craft