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They say these rites are dangerous
They say we are insane
I'm only here to help you
Fraternize with Cain
It's a black mass and I'm ready to go
The dagger has been stained
We'll call the demons you've dreamed about
And soar the cosmic plane
The magic cup is passing
From the high priest's learned hand
The enchanted one is sending
Magnetic thought commands
There's a circle forming in my mind
As we invoke the devil's name
The pentagram and the stars have aligned
The words that chill the brain
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