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Enshrouded in the night, we chant our vile desires,

Our offerings profane, fuel our malicious fires.

In the midnight's freezing silence, our sinister covenant blooms,

Blood moon, our cursed ally, in your shadowed depths we consume.

Upon the altar's stone, symbols etched in crimson hue,

We inscribe the incantations, as the chilling winds accrue,

The flames dance with malevolence, the earth itself shall quake,

As the ritual's crescendo, in wicked rapture, we partake.

Omen of darkness, your evilness we embrace,

We will invoke your cursed grace.

We’ll raise the dead, we’ll beckon the demons,

Deprived of our souls in a blood moon invocation.

The night surrounds us, as the moon's power ascends,

In this malefic summoning, our hearts rend.

In ancient tongues we chant words of arcane eerie,

As candles cast their shadows, in lugubrious acrimony.

Blood moon, guide our path, with your crimson gleam,

In the pages of forbidden lore, we will find the devil's scheme.

The sigils writ in blood, our covenant with the abyss,

As malefic spirits gather, to partake in our dark kiss.

Omen of darkness, your evilness we embrace,

We will invoke your cursed grace.

We’ll raise the dead, we’ll beckon the demons,

Deprived of our souls in a blood moon invocation.

Omen of darkness, your evilness we embrace,

We will invoke your cursed grace.

We’ll raise the dead, we’ll beckon the demons,

Deprived of our souls in a blood moon invocation.