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Deep below the cemetery crypts

A cult exists using foul magics

They worship the body as they sacrifice,

The volunteers who wish to meet their demise

Placed upon the altar of the Sun

The temple for a bloody cleansing

Knives at hand to let them meet their end,

Preparing the rituals of flesh

Cut me up, my body is yours to take

Slice my gut, and let it please our god

The corpses hang to the walls, dissected, skinned, and stretched apart

Blood collected in an urn, suddenly a dark voice is heard

A horned form appears, hungering for your fears

The beast will dine tonight, you are in his sight

A demon from beyond, a hellish evil spawn

His eyes as red as blood, as he tears you apart

Digging deep into the crypts

Stains of blood are splattered around

No bodies were left to be found

A cursed home for the demon spawn