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In oblivion the spirits walk

At sites of pagan rites, unthought

The shrines of the forgotten gods

Sick descents cloak the haunted hills

With an idea of flesh that burns

While wicked creatures of the dark

Crawl ruined piles and hollowed urns

The moonshaddows of stargazers

Still watch the nightful skies

Where the ground is soaked with sacred blood

And the air's still filled with cries

In oblivion the spirits walk

At sites of pagan rites, unthought

The shrines of the forgotten gods

They live on desire

They feast on hellfire

Deep in their dark lair

Slumbering and waiting

For you

Go

Dedicate your weirdest thoughts

Sacrifice your inner goat

At shrines of the forgotten gods