In the night the forces will be
In our side at celebration

In this morbid hour
The tyrannical desire guides our intention

Besides gravestones above of
Skeletons free of dead flesh

The moon is the only light, like an
Incestuous sister caressing our faces

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In that night, in the dark
Hide the imtiates
Those who dresses
In black, obstinates
They will form the circle
To invocation...

How many girls deliver body, life and soul
To the requesting tombs.

The lascivioimess of girls bathing in
Virginity wells reduced to mud

In a ritual of funeral purpose
Around the symbol in consecrated soul

The close of circle turns perceptible
The vibration that envolve everyone

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The four guardians
Protect with swords and life
Nothing can go in or out
Of closed ritual
The mystical whisppers
Spread in the undefatigable nocturnal wind
The burning candles shaping
A macabre mosaic in darkness

When you cry
When you fight
If you try to recoup your lucidity in the night

Only a master's touch
Make the fire reborn
Only a master's touch
Make the fire reborn

When you feel
In the blades of steel
The blood and fire as cold as ice
Cry...fight...night

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