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Find a bastard place

The mortals who dwell

And makes them your swarm

And you lead like a priest

Makes them your cup

Makes them your host

Come, my sons

Coming will burning inside

Leave, your fears

Welcome the chapel of the flies

The ghost

The nature of man

Was made for love or made for war

Keep the swarm under eyes

Sweet sacrifice

And no return

Come, my child

Coming will burning inside

Proffer, your blood

Welcome the chapel of the flies

Leave the swarm of the night

Fly to be feed

The ultimate cult

Wait the darkness arise

The eternal night

The flies may be released

Come, my sons

Coming will burning inside

Leave, your fears

Living the chapel of the flies