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Into the darkest forest they go

Dressed in black

Dressed in coats

Women of evil lust

Unholy Congregation

At the darkest hour

Their torches they light

Witches hour

Infernal silence

They wait before the alter

Chanting invocation

In a blaze of fire he stands

Some horrid shape of a goat

Each of them pay his homage

Obsculum Obscenum

White skin freezing in the moon shine

Dance in a circle

Wait for turn

Wine like black clotted blood

Drink !!!