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The wind of change

That stirred my soul

Has become a storm

The rites of old

Embraced by death

Has taken form

Oh faceless one

Not dead but dreams

Who comes with dread

Claim the soul

Of which I speak

And steal his breath

Come forth

From the world of horrors

Taste the blood from

The victim of whom I speak

Come forth

From the world of death

The gates are open

The boundries are blurred

I summon thee

Unholy one

From thy resting place

I call upon

The spirits from beyond the grave

I offer thee

This victim

As a sacrifice

His blood and bones

His earthly loans

His paradise

Come forth

From the world of horrors

Taste the blood from

The victim of whom I speak

Come forth

From the world of death

The gates are open

The boundries are blurred

Come forth