| Voracious ritual of our discontent
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| Flames now ignited in black urns
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| Altars of flesh stand before us at Gehenna
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| The moon carves a path for our souls to learn
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| Praises to Moloch, ghouls of the chosen keep
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| Demonic land, the resting place, at Gehenna we sleep
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| Ultimate soil of suffering, repugnant hellhole
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| Smoke casting black shadows of burning souls
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| Immortality, flesh suppressed our entities
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| Prepare to burn with the flock, congregate for Moloch
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| With the carven’s symbol now drawn
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| And the ashclouds obscuring the light of dawn
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| Waiting for holy victims to be lured
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| To cut and burn them, all trace obscured
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| Carnivorous strike of the knife!
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| Praises to Moloch, ghouls of the chosen keep
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| Demonic land the resting place, at Gehenna we sleep
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| For the blood is victory, Satanic allegory
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| Portal to eternal life, it opens!
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| Stoke a fire, sever a victim
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| Form a cauldron with your desires
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| Fill the darkness with hateful remains
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| Watch the flesh turn to mire
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| Psychotic aura attracts the smoke
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| With nocturnal strength you continue to stoke
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| Time to seek, to excoriate
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| No longer shall we lie in wait
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| Commence the hunt for tender flesh
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| Bring to our control, their charred death!
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| The light of dawn bears a scorn, we must escape
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| Retreat to a dark where the cross is marked, place of disdain
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| Immortal carnivores of hell we’ve become once again
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| The knife bears the gleams of the victims eternal pain
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| Cleansing ourselves with the very art
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| That reduced us to our impure state
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| Seeking liquids their purity breeds
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| Lust for mortal flesh it will satiate |