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Infants fat is burning black candles tonight

Black magic rites echoes through Hell

The master is risen breathing blasphemy and might

His kingdom our kingdom, the one who once fell

Satan's chalice is dripping with blood

The pentagram is burning come forth and drink

Lucifer's slaves we are now crawling in mud

The pits of rebellion, deeper we will sink

Aeons in chains, finally free

Fallen from grace, risen from the sea

Thousands of hands hail the black goat

With the sign of the horns

This is the night of the witch

Under the graves now we roam free

Eating the dead, bloody black wings

Demonic souls called by the bell

Form the inverted cross

This is the might of the whip