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The frightening profile of the caravan's procession

They gather from nowhere as the night falls

Their secrets so well kept are sealed by the law of silence

A toothless woman with a cursing grin

Invite them to follow the three legged dog

In the night the chanting of the gipsies

Is floating under a moon of blood

Mysticism fill the atmosphere, a maelstrom of debauchery

Creatures creeps in the shadows... Nocturnal caravan

A one eyed old man leads the ceremony

Passing the bottle of weird beverage

Djinns are dancing around the fire

As they drink the mixture of the insane

No escape from the hand of death... Nocturnal caravan

Bloodfreezing screams in the night... Nocturnal caravan

Shrooms poison their twisted minds

Revealing hundred faces of the Devil

Candles made of human suet

Enlight the path with an horrid stench

The day after as they were never here

They all disappeared by dawn as they came

Some children are missing again

No one knows where they are gone