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Hooded figures chanting satanical praise

Apparitions in the fire, a demonic face

Moonlight scatters on the sacrificial throne

The executioner reaches for the sharpening stone

Incense burns as offerings are given

To appease the dark lord, the Master Satan

They move all about with their faces disguised

It is Hell night now and the power can be felt

Cosmic drawings from the Necronomicon

Incantations from beings who long to be transformed

From mortal flesh and bone to an existential confabulation

Contrite in their beliefs of this astral abomination

They take me now to die in this pledge to the dark one

My heart to be cut out as they dance and worship

Lying  silent and still I watch the knife as it is plunged

I feel my life escape me and with Satan become one