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I invite you to the ball od storm

The wind'll give us wings of crows

We shall fly and spit on the Earth

And priests cross themselves

When they see us

We drink wine with birds' blood

We laugh along with witches

Drowned serve to us

Moanings of the dying in my galss

Earings made of infans heads

The smiles of cobras skulls

Drawing of magical signs

Longing for the kill

Mattering eyes

Crackins, unfeeling skin

Mouth brimful of pus and blood

This way people die

You didn't want to fly with rain...

RAM, RAM KALI

Todaday you rule this world

All bloody sacrifices - for you

Rave of storm - your might

RAM, RAM KALI

The queen of fury ball

Free our souls

Rave of storm - your might