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Upon a darkened path

Once walked in a pleasant nightmare

Alone in the dark

I no longer breathe

For life has long since breathed its last breath

I follow Horned Master

Father of all sin

To a time of olden hordes

Upon a majestic altar we feast on the blood of the pure

A sacrament to eternal obscurity

Precious blood trickles from thy veins

Manacles suspend thee over a pool of coagulating blood

Engraved upon thy soul is forever pain

Shackles poised the ritual begins

The child hanging inverted

As the evil of our souls align

Bound together until the end of time

Day becomes night and night becomes eternity

Opaque garments the aeons adorn

Followers of darkness again reborn

Consummation of the hearts of the devout

A sacrament to eternal obscurity