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Terror, on this land of blasphemy, evil calls
Gathered, to celebrate and worship
Thy ancient curse

A blooming seed
Spirit of the foulest breed

Blazing spectral essence
Haunting symbol of His renaissance

Cold is the fog that embraces and rejuvenates
Our Master's corpse now reanimates

Most impure force
Of wolves and ghosts

Sinister howling
Pale white eyes opening
Coffin's lid shattering
Blood runs again in the arteries

Of wolves and ghosts

Terror, on this land of blasphemies, evil calls
Gathered, to celebrate and fulfill Thy cursed will

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