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Within the bells of eternity chiming, darkness takes us still
We partake now each others indulgence, according to our will

The tears are the same as they struggle to blame
Congregation shall be burnt to the ground
For the fictions of insanity are holiest hypocrisy
Suffocating now without a sound

I hear you now from a thousand voids
Removed from time and timelessness
Where incarnations of simple nouns
Are beings each with golden crowns
Out beneath the open night
A wanderer lies weeping
In some unspoken sadness
While her dream is oversleeping
Her dreams ablazed with accursed fire
Of regret and eternal vigils
Hallowing nights, temptations lust
Compiled of satanic sigils

Death will come as sudden
By the magik of our Coven
The ultimate horror is told
I stand alone and solemn
In the presence of Amon
I am sacrifice slowly going cold

Dreams ablazed with accursed fire
Of regret and eternal vigils
Hallowing nights, temptations lust
Compiled of satanic sigils

Out beneath the open night
A wanderer lies weeping
In some unspoken sadness
While her dream is oversleeping

Demand the dreams macabre
The danse macabre
Within the bells of eternity chiming, darkness takes us still   We partake now each others indulgence, according to our will      The tears are the same as they struggle to blame   Congregation shall be burnt to the ground   For the fictions of insanity are holiest hypocrisy   Suffocating now without a sound      I hear you now from a thousand voids   Removed from time and timelessness   Where incarnations of simple nouns   Are beings each with golden crowns   Out beneath the open night   A wanderer lies weeping   In some unspoken sadness   While her dream is oversleeping   Her dreams ablazed with accursed fire   Of regret and eternal vigils   Hallowing nights, temptations lust   Compiled of satanic sigils      Death will come as sudden   By the magik of our Coven   The ultimate horror is told   I stand alone and solemn   In the presence of Amon   I am sacrifice slowly going cold      Dreams ablazed with accursed fire   Of regret and eternal vigils   Hallowing nights, temptations lust   Compiled of satanic sigils      Out beneath the open night   A wanderer lies weeping   In some unspoken sadness   While her dream is oversleeping      Demand the dreams macabre   The danse macabre
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