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Goat of Mendes
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Rejuvenation in Crimson
A darksome night, a gibbous moon
Illuminates the towering spires
In the city of night, as all fell silent
No single fire pierced through the night
But no one could sleep within the fortress
For in the tower of blood resides
The undying ancient Hag-Queen
In her cadaverous glory
Her sunken eyes glittered like crystals
Awaiting carnage to commence
Rejuvenation awaits
Beware
The screams as soon the portals
Of the temple fly open!
In obscene, macabre orgies
The sisterhood of murder danced
Their naked bodies smeared with gore
They sang their songs of decadence
Blood-chilling wailings of perverted pleasure
They howled as they brandished their ritual knives
Ready to honour the great Lord of Murder
Committed to take countless innocent lives
Death Night comes 'round
I hold my ritual once year
By bathing in blood
I shall restore my lost beauty
Mortified
A withered crone's mourning her grace
Long passed by untold aeons
One murderous Night
Her sisters collect what she needs
To restore her old proportions
Collect the victims lifeblood
It's all witches hour
Lock your doors and shiver and wait till dawn break
This night is witches night
Through windows barred through bolted doors
The brides of murder took their prey
They dragged their victims to the temple
Its yawning maw draped in flayed skin
Nothing was left of these unfortunates
But for their screams heard from within
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Cruel gods adored in barbarous pleasure
Collect vermilion treasure
Sanguine liquid power
Drink their screams, cut their veins
Revel in rituals obscene
On Death Night, witches night
The Lord of Murder's with his brides
Shedding skins, malicious grins
Cutting out what lies within
Kill their lot, spill their guts
Drain them of their crimson blood
A steaming cauldron s waiting
Your bathroom is prepared
Immerse yourself
Renew yourself in the flood of life
Our Queen is born again
Death Night passed by
And for the next forthcoming year
I shine like a flower of blood
In my long lost beauty
The Witch Queen arises
Ascending in ravishing beauty
From the cauldron of gore
Curvaceous pride she revels in glory
And sin as the years fell from her
Drink their screams, cut their veins
Revel in rituals obscene
On Death Night, witches night
The Lord of Murder's with his brides
Shedding skins malicious grins
Cutting out what lies within
Kill their lot, spill their guts
Rain them of their crimson blood
As Queen of seduction
I praise the mighty Lord of Murder
In glory I'll reign
As my depravity grows further
Challenging all
My beauty lies behind all measures
My age washed off by blood
Kain's gift, greatest of treasures
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