It's the ultimate sin to trade the life of one's brother
For the sake of mastering the Wytchery Way
But freely they offer kin to me - those afflicted mortals
Whose suffering bled them dry and abandoned human moral constructs

Fly by night on black wings my coven of grief
Dance by fire - take the ash - make a mask - dance with desire
There exists nothing else outside the realm of sin
Breathe revenge - spill the blood - fill the cup - exert inhuman might

Human ideals are so unreal and hollow
Prescribing justice as they wallow in false altruism
Creating titles to flaunt their own perceived piety
Disciples of the order should remind them that they're but talking meat
What law applies in nature when a beast slaughters a man?
Walk in their hydes but keep your eyes and your cunning
When society's arbitrary hierarchies deny retaliation
Revert to animal instinct with puma's claws for evisceration

So orgasmic to shed your first blood
And then you'll find you're far from satiated
And alienated from your species

Fly by night on black wings my coven of grief
Dance by fire - take the ash - make a mask - dance with desire
There exists nothing else outside the realm of sin
Breathe revenge - spill the blood - fill the cup - exert inhuman might

Crawl out of spite
Seek out life
Maul and devour
The only thing that is real is power
The shawl is man
Diluted and damned
But pure in desire
Animalia lifted your conscience higher
With it you walk on all fours

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