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For countless millennia we have waited
Standing in the shadows, undisturbed
Looking for the evil signs that will reveal
Unholy signs that the hour is coming for...

Tonight summon the choir of the dead
On this sacrosanct night he shall be born
Satan's spawn, the most unclean of births
The dead choir hails... The birth

Our dark eyes search in the ancient stars
The ravens, they bring us faint rumors
Your secrets put a grimace grim on our lips
Ghastly signs that the hour is coming for...

Tonight summon the choir of the dead
On this sacrosanct night he shall be born
Satan's spawn, the most unclean of births
The dead choir hails... The birth

Do not try to refute what is thus revealed
The Light that you have so much craved for
It does reveal your flaws and carnal sins
The Light that brings you only... pure darkness

And now upon these stones of past times
The naked body of your false virgin is laid
The ceremonial blade opens the womb
And the redeemer of this world unleashed

Tonight summon the choir of the dead
On this sacrosanct night he shall be born
Satan's spawn, the most unclean of births
The dead choir hails... The birth

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