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Around the chapel they gather

The whore, she lies on the altar

She waits to give herself over

She waits to take him inside her

The candle flames start to flicker

An icy chill fills the air

The master enters the chapel

A son for him she shall bear

Tonight the legions amass

The heavens spill over in tears

Tonight shall be born a monster

As saints revel in their fears

Consecrate the most infernal of all wombs

Black clouds flood the sky, the moon turns red

The Devil and whore consummate

Their lust, it thickens the air and chokes out all light

The whore gives in to the devil and allows him every desire and wish

Every sin, every pleasure, every vice

All the heavens they cry with each blasphemy that the two commit

Each thrust leading them ever closer still

All the heavens they tear at the sound of the whore in her ecstasy

Signaling that the devil will soon spill

All the heavens they tremble as the devil plants the whore with his seed

Tonight a beast shall be born to rule over earth

All the heavens, they wail as the prophecies of old come to pass

The devil, the whore, and the birth