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We who are born with nothing

We who are born into nothing

Who shall die with nothing

Slowly rupture into your heaven

Black mystic rite!

Full on war!

Union of death!

Your ghosts are welcome here

In fields of yarrow bloom

Hurled into the next existence

The descent into hell turns me

Rage undamned

We gather at heavens door

In such numbers

The rumbling of our feet shall make the earth tremble

Devotees of death

Writhe in joyous ecstasy

Consoled with blood

This unholy communion

Yields an oath of cruelty