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The rites of madness

Sought way to holiness

Mad men with lust for death

Travelling with soiled corpses

Bite off its head

Still it shall live

Drain it from its blood

Still bounding its heart

Gather them from the waters

The river most sacred

Bloated and rotten is their flesh

Yet most lovely their taste

Covered in the ashes of the pyres

Clothed in garments of the dead

Solitary live in the horrid places

Avoided by the pure

Drunken and in ecstasy

Dances of insanity

Speak with the mouth of the gods

Alcohol and drug travel in the veins

Feasts of blood, urine and faces

Removal of the importance

Of that which is soon to pass

This all is but temporary

Murders and morbid rites

To be free from the circle

Journeying loathed, hated and feared

Transcending the borders of tradition