Death throes the seeds of lightning, thunder cast in rain
Castrate humanity the woman smells the game
Complete in time, intact and weave another year
Demand apocalypse and do not despair
In the dead of the night
Danger approaches hold on tight, ye ancient souls
The hounds are pacing out in distant roles
Bring in the alchemist and screaming mortal witch
Sample the moonlight and dance with the bitch
In the dead of the night
Children start to die
In a manger of blood
Dead is the night
Death sows the seeds of lightning thunder cast in rain
Castrate humanity the woman smells the game
Complete in time intact and weave another year
Hold your heads up high, do not despair

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