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Mortuary Temple

We walk through the cemetery

We gather in the mortuary

We conjure ancient spells

We call forth the goat from hell

Surrounded by the dead

A lonely altar stands

A newborn child we give to you

The purest soul will do

In black robes like shadows

We surround the infants corpse

Black clouds shroud dark skies

Thunder strikes the earth

Drained of life the child cold

A son for you the dark lord

Satan give him breath to live

The Antichrist is born