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a chant
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| In the Shrine of the Lost And ancient bell toll; Behold! - the abode Of restless sould. Troubled walls, Gruesome histories, Satanic tomes - De Vermis Mysteriis. Foul boons requested, Rituals perverted, Deeds of blood and Crosses inverted. Tainted waters, Dances macabre, Orgies and chants To the Unholy Father. Prayers profance, Lost spirits awakening, By way of the Ouija Dark secrets revealing. Twilight approaches; The Reckoning is near, The seeds of corruption Shall spread from here. When demons whisper And wise men nod, It is time to pray - But who is your God? |