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Primitive cult gathered at dawn

Obsessed with the signs of a new sun

Burning aurora shines red as fire

In the blades of the ritual knives

Ceremonial rites consecrated by ages

Disturbed black eyes in their dark faces

Ancient fear over the ground full of bones

Time to pay the debt to the eternal lords

ALTARS OF MAYHEM

The vault is open to receive the bloodfeast of sacrifice

Foredoomed flesh trembling

Await the bless of the razor

Immolators carve the chest and take the still pulsing heart

While the dead bodies are removed the drums call for more

The temple stones ooze blood

Mutilated corpses in piles.

Zephyr of twilight becomes rotten

Brewed with screams of horror

The gods have satiated their hunger

Now the sky is bleeding black

These ALTARS OF MAYHEM will rest until the next sunrise

ALTARS OF MAYHEM