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picking rosemary and nutmeg, from the meadows
fair
night time hits the heaven, tred if you dare
black boots stomp, falling from the sky
satan makes his apperance, sacrifice your life,
for the pleasure of this night
dance around the pentagram, hair running wild
take your demon red-stone cup for a drink of the child
you follow his shadow with your eyes, every evil hour a new surprise
hes up to something magical, you smell the hasty tricks
a silver sword is presented, and the number 666
a beautiful virgin arises, from the dusty moon
the spirits are trapped, and follow the swoon
she laughs and swirls leaving spirits in a gaze
into the arms of satan like a motherless slave
welcoming the serpants, to the dusty haze
fire bleeds through the age of dawn
shadows creeping through the lawn
the light begins to follow past the hate
satan and the serpants, grunt heart-thumping strong
sunrise appears, all is lost and gone.
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