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TACIT FURY
IMAGINARY SUFFERING |
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The Sacrificed Virgin
Twelfth servants of the wicked god
Magisters in the blackened robes
Gathered in the abandoned house
To accomplish ritual
Full Moon was laying in the sky
Wild wolfs were wailing nearby
Everything was ready to begin
The 13-th was the virgin
In the morning she was found
On a table covered with the blood
Lied an ugly and sectioned mess
That someday was a body
Skull was split into seven parts
Flowed brain was slipping down
Interiors were resting in a bucket
The smell was so awful
Dancing round, praising sin
They touched the naked body
Eldest member of this cult
Profaned her sweet vaginae
With the sacrifice they live
Through the sacrifice
With the sacrifice they kill
Through the sacrifice
Idols stood on dirty wooden shelf
Pictures hung above the fireplace
Pentagram was painted with blood
Blood of former virgin
Near the cold and impediment altar
With the gold shiny turned cross
Hysterically laughing sat the boy
And held the human heart
Dancing round, praising sin
They touched the naked body
Eldest member of this cult
Profaned her sweet vaginae
With the sacrifice they live
Through the sacrifice
With the sacrifice they kill
Through the sacrifice
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