Hallowed dances upon glorified graves Twisted minds, blasphemous slaves Witches and demons are supporting the dead In worship of who they are lead
Views of midnightly risen stones Sounds of clattering skulls and bones Like shadows they cling tight onto trees Proud of their evilness, they are God`s enemies
They are gathered here in the fivepointed star To close up ritual of a time so far End what was not ended before To meet the lord Satan they highly adore
The Dead Boy`s Choir whispers through the eternal fire
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