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There standing in their midst, the golden statue of Moloch
Its gargantuan arms… extended above the flames of oblivion
The blaze envelops the child, as flames fall upon the body
The limbs contract as the body slips quietly into the brazier

Thou doth drawn the wrath of devastation,
And be exiled from among his righteous people
Thou hath given of thine seed unto Moloch,
To defile thy sanctuary, to profane thy holy name

For Tophet is ordained
For thy scum who turneth thy soul;
He hath made it so endless and profound
Hail! For the king it is prepared
The breath of the Lord, like a stream of fire and brimstone.
Woe to the city of bloodshed
Cry out – their screams echo in the mountains
Behold! Noble sacrifice of flesh

O have thee brought unto me
The sacrifice!
United by the gift of death
Cursed by the burden of life
Welcome home my child
To serenity and truth
Just beyond the flood
Eternity awaits

Anointed by fire
Creator and consumer of life
Devourment to preclude the prophecy

Within the somber, horrid depths of the wilderness
Thy shall hearken to thy voice; I beseech thee for contribution
Lest thine hands fall upon thee with pestilence, fury, and devastation.
All must kneel before thou king, vow unto thee; Thine have forsaken God

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