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Waiting for the coming of the witching hour.
I stand before the altar of the Damned.
In blessed night we hold our rite.
Darkenss all around.
We stand tonight against the light.
Dare not make a sound.
Power from the sacred dead.
Pyres burning bright.
Cast infernal and then.
Extinguishing the light.
Covenant of blood.
Six are called to lead the prayer to infernal bliss.
Six are called to be the slaves to the serpent’s kiss. Thirteen virgins
Lead the way, thirteen men will die. Thirteen women take their place hear
The angels cry.
Covenant of blood.