Nothing comes from nothing
Like tears in the abyss
Like the angel’s weeping
And the crying of the cursed in the pit

Hate spawns hatred
Which leads to your tomb
Blood shedding fury unleashed
Vomit forth plague and pain

Witches gather for the coven
They prepare the altar of flesh
Human sacrifice for the master
Resting upon the table of stone

Goat rises drunken with lust
With sharp blade in his paws
You scream for aid, yet no one attends
Closer draws the goat as you cry

Moon shines red in the sky
Fumes of boiled blood rise
Our coven is now
In our coven you will die

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