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I want addicts, robbers, my mother
At the witches' party, the sacrifices are human
You already know what to make slimy soldiers
Bring me dinner or I'll make you broth
A brain soup and blood
They are weak mortals - I am a powerful sorcerer
King Lucifer sends me to eat
A soup of human brains
Ten sorcerers sitting with bellies on fire
For the satanic hunger there is a remedy
They are weak mortals - I am the powerful sorcerer
With drugs they bring you - with a machete they fall
The dark father sends me to eat
Human brains
The mayor, the president, the cardinal
With cat bones and Christian hair
Some of Jew and exuded water
Human brains and virgin fruit
Dinner time is already here
They are weak mortals - I am a powerful sorcerer
I am fed up with cursed broth
The strength I have is going to ruin you
And the machete is going to fuck you up