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Knock three times at the entrance to the graveyard

Salutations to the Skeleton Saint

Three coins at the gate for the Black Hound

The Keeper of the Grave Mounds

Pour out liquor on the thirsty earth

Black, white, and red

Shadows crawl out at the calling

with the promise of being fed...

A flash in the grim silence

The scent of gunpowder and fresh blood

The hungry dead roused to violence

as vital wines mingle with the mud

Wormwood fumes, aloft the form

Vaprous shapes limned in smoke

Souls ripped from the guts of worms

to flesh the ghost evoked

The blood of enemies is the blood of sacrifice

Black cats with your hair fed

A crooked moon reflected in a reddened knife

Your life an offering to the dead!

Oh, how I hate you

These words I speak in cursed string

to bind about your wretched soul

until the rot sets in...

Exsurgent Mortui et ad me veniunt!

Welcome to your grave

The place prepared for you

In life my foe, in death my slave

Locked in a tomb with a view...

Oh, how I hate you

A rotten seed, a bloated corpse that grew

I harvest your soul, nevermore to sleep

Locked in a tomb with a view.