On the night of the fourth departure
When the bodies line the halls of stench
Light the fire
Sing the hymns

When the priest has plundered all the takings
And the sinners scrape the floor with chains
Sharpen daggers
Sign their names

Welcome to the walls with unhallowed doors
Where the good and bad are put to trial
Where the soiled are interred as we drink their blood
Leave the virtuous to be defiled

Sickened practises by the shaven-heads
Shall we leave them in a box to slumber?
The unholy codes that their tattoos show
They'll burn brightly on the tor this December

Upon the causeway
Above the clouds
We start our journey
Our destiny
Now it has begun

We're stood in circles
In blackened cloaks
In dead night darkness
The blue fires glow around me

I read the letters
From the book's unseen
And blood-soaked scriptures
With meanings obscene

The hillside rumbles
The cracks appear
As the talon rises behold
A jet black sphere
In his hand

And as the black wings open
And the claws come down
A lightning bolt and thunder
A cloven hoof hits the ground

...Beyond our seal

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