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Join your hands, light the candles

Wait for the appearance

Of those who passed away

Fill this room with the stench of rotting

What will they whisper through the veil of time?

Stop your simple-minded game

Slow down! Something’s going wrong

You don’t know the meaning of the words

That you said! So all of you will die

Winds blowing from beyond

Chill of otherworld

Feel it on your skin!

Shades of their crooked hands

Are reaching for the candles,

The fire is turning red

Rise of tyrants of the past

Torturing your flesh,

Craving your pain

Now they are all too real

Nothing will remain

But blood on your witchbook



Process of dissection

Disfigured bodies of your friends

Spirits of the ancients retrieve the flesh

They’re back in force

A great hole in space

Absorbs your remains

Millstones of timelessness

Grind up your bones