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By the light of the moon
Comsumptive creatures awake
Crawl through the dark
Beware of parents awake
A pilgrimage of pimpled hordes
To worship satan in the woods
Poor evil -
Tormented by a hydrocephalus
And paranoid haemorrhoids
Poor evil -
Worshipped by pale pimpled hordes
With blood plastic swords
Icy winds blow through the forest
Satans parish trembles with frost
Purulent pimples in black and white
Beaming through the gloomy night
A fire within the mystic circle
Straight from hell
A stench of diabolic transpiration
Disturbed by p*berty
In dark winter nights
They molest you
Pre-school education
Has to be done
Salvation army of evil force
Celebrate Lucifers rise
Rotten beavers from the wood-path
The sacrifice
A penknife cuts through the flesh
Entrails and blood
Stinking clouds in the air
Satan vomit into the woods
Unholy error
Lucifer is a poor devil
Rheumatism is the price
For the nights within frost, snow and ice