One night among the graves
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I found a sacred place
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Where blood of life still flows
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From sacrificial blows
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Ah, hidden from light of sun
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Ah, the Rites have now begun
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Inside this sanctum
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Blood still feeds the gods
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Blasphemous Requiem
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The Rites of Blood
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I hid among the rocks
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And watched the Dance Macabre
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Upon the altar stone
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A young girl writhed and moaned
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Ah, with spikes made out of gold
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Ah, they nailed her to the stone
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Inside this sanctum
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Blood still feeds the gods
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Blasphemous Requiem
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The Rites of Blood
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Nothing sacred here
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In this place of fear
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Where the blood runs cold
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I could hear the cries
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As the virgin died
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Upon the stone
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The crimson stained altar began to glow
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As death turned into life
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The virgin tore away the spikes of gold
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Blood pouring from her eyes
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She ripped out every heart
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Tearing bodies apart
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The Accolites all dead
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She came to me and said
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Ah, I come from dust of earth
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Ah, to dust she did return
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Inside this sanctum
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Blood still feeds the gods
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Blasphemous Requiem
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The Rites of Blood
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Rites Of Blood
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