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Tophet and Molk

rites and graves,

Nobody can know

They are not a way

to receive back

divine power

It's not a sacrifice, it's for purifying

And to set free young souls

Tophet is a place

Of prayer and faith

An open air sanctuary

In the ovens we

Burn the bodies

Of children born dead

Flames are dancing,

A full moon is shining

Divine rage it's buried tonight

Friends and relatives

Cannot cry 'cause it

Will rage the gods again

Children born dead are signs

Of curses and divine rage

To calm it down we have to offer

Their bodies to the gods

Corpses burn into the flames

And buried then into the graves

It's not not a sacrifice, it's for purify

Tanit e Baal Hammon hear our prayers

Their anger is appeased and

We are safe now

Since next time

No one of you knows,

No one thinks

That we do it for

The good of all

No one of you knows,

That none of us

Want to challenge

The anger of the

Keepers of the cosmos!

Children born dead are signs

Of curses and divine rage

It's not not a sacrifice, it's for purifying

Tanit e Baal Hammon will be by our side

The ritual is ending

And we are safe now

Since the next time.