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500 years in the past when the witches dance

The time stopped in the casket

When the dead never dance

And the people where at the service of the silence

People mass smell the rot

Hiding the enemy

Hiding for the pain

Dying for the soul

People never showed

Food of the dead is the blood from the hell

Blood from the hell is the pleasure of the evil

People mass smells the rotting

Hiding of the enemy

Food of the dead is the blood from the hell

People mass taste the rotting

Time stopped in the casket