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And within the fetid soil of the world

The Tree of Death has set its roots

Drinking deep the blood of life

As it flows from the throat of the godhead

The thunder roars

As the abyss opens up once more

Can you see the drowning darkness

Yawning like an open grave

And each branch of this Tree

Now adorned by a noose

Hungering to encircle your throat

With a final embrace

And in the void

Between the beats of a heart

Where life becomes death becomes life

He rests, to speak

The breathless whisper of the Devil

At the back of your neck

Do you hear His voiceless whisper?

Do you feel our Masters call?

Will you call with me into the night?

And embrace the horrors that come back

And in the darkness within

A promethean fire now burns

A shining spark to lift the veil

And illuminate the path

Do you hear His voiceless whisper?

Calling from the dark

Will you take my hand this night?

To receive the Devil's mark