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Brazen bull, symbol of a tyrant's pride

All come to Moloki feast to die

Summon forth the children, some are the chosen ones

Give us the virgins to burn...!

Come now the condemned, be the scent this day

Let the music maker be the first to play

May your bones shine like jewels

May your soul be incinerated in molten copper

Bring forth the vile, your criminal filth

Bring forth the whores and scum of the land

Brazen bull, symbol of a tyrant's pride

All come to Moloki feast to die

Summon forth the children, some are the chosen ones

Give us the virgins to burn...!

Keep them frightened, cogs of the machine

Bring forth the whores and scum of the land

The diseased, the plagued, the deformed

Peasants of Agraras shall be forever scorned