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Beherit opens his eyes

The day turns into red night

Rotten skin and broken bones

Will be healed in the ritual (of sacrifice)

No matter how many die

Power is the only thing that matters

Ambition becomes to treason

When the mark is on your neck

Betray your brothers

To get infinite power

Offer us their flesh

As food for the gods

The hand of God

Is now complete

Blood rises

The fifth finger is

The archangel of death

And this is the ceremony

To ascend him to hell