As the olden goat serves blood And the cross is burned to black Place the husk on the satanic altar To call upon the Gods to come back Seven stars will bring the Floods Bringing plentiful crop to our land The unholy rites held on holy mud Shall ensure that Illinois stands
Feast of demons in the cornfields Let us bring out the best tonight Their blood is made an evil meal We are the soldiers of the light Seven waters to fill up the seas Enough to make her fertile again Seven palaces commanding the stars Forever seeing that Illinois stands
In the praise of Illinois and what was done to get it In the name of the Sun and the followers who fed it With the memory of the ones that walked here before us In the name of Satan within the shining light of HorusTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
