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In the blackened dusk, the fires rise,

Whispers of death, the soul complies.

Nude flesh upon the altar, cold and bare,

Sins carved deep, the night will tear.

Choking shadows, eyes that burn,

In the dark, the demons return.

A chant of horrors, a spell to invoke,

Summoning wrath from the depths below.

Black magic winds, caress my soul,

Satanic rites, taking control.

Bound by the chains, in the furnace of night,

We feast on terror, in the moon’s pale light

Summon the wrath of forgotten gods,

Murderous whispers, serpents, and rods.

The pentagram burns, the spell’s in the air,

Cold hands touch, and we’re stripped bare.

In the eyes of Hell, we see the abyss,

In the grip of demons, we taste the kiss.

Embrace the darkness, no light to be found,

Horns to the heavens, we bring Hell to the ground.

The skies tear open, a flood of despair,

Demons descend, with sulfuric air.

Sacrifice the flesh to the lords of the flame,

A twisted omen, to curse our name.

Black magic winds, caress my soul,

Satanic rites, taking control.