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Let me sing sweet songs of Satan
Show me those never-ending summer orgies
Soaked in wine and flesh perfume
Let us be as we truly deserve it

Our voices –
the stones of your kingdom
Our blood –
the fire of your torch

In gloomy glades we praise thy name
In a perfect circle the words are spoken
Let me paint those curvy shapes
In the colors of my incendiary appetite


Let the rituals be rightly performed
With joy and beauty
A feast for fire
And greater feast for death
There is no higher purpose
Than the dissolution
and eternal ecstasy
in the embrace of Satan

She lies in our garden of knives
Purring cuntmilk
In the cold earth beneath
Beyond conscious flesh
Beyond the eternal nightsky I rose, Flames of black inverted pentagrams

And cut by the thirsty daggers
The light crawls away
With a broken spine
The murder of creation

The tabernacles crumbled in shame
consumed by dishonor
Existential parasites
On a quest for emptiness

Our dream
Intoxicated not by drugs
But by Satan's spirit itself
And powers greater than the greatness of death

Wild in the moonlight
With eyes aflame
We fuck like goats
And scream in frenzied extasy
As the black knife
Slits the given throat
So the master can come
Like nightfall
Of blood and flesh
To the Sabbath

Sabbath, Makunaimà
Maba Makui Maba

Bury me unto Thy Glory
Within the Secretest Chamber
of the Palace
I shall await the sword
And bare my throat for the stroke
Then shall my blood leap out
And write my True Name in the sky

Makunai Maba, Makuunai
Sabbath Makunai, Makuunai

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