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come ride the slut form circle of damnedd cut deep the knife ritual of pain Cult witches dance as the virgins slayed in fire Goddess of perversity preforms
at the blues dance, abuse dance Two rooms packed and the pressure pushin' up Hot, hotheads Ritual of blood in the blues dance Broke glass splintering, fire
Your life is in danger... Beware of the cannibal whores Keep your distance from the uncivilised humans Observe their daily ritual of desvration and dismemberment
a dream Back wen i wus bringing sumthin fresh to the scene Wen i was rockin im binaca bana vi sous jeans Its like ive been in the cold But now im fired
thesis of the planets was right We gather in the woods For the great Sabbath Witches chant, blaphemous spells of wrath Demons and werewolves, dance by the fires
On the mountain flames are trying to burn the sky. The wizard dances around the rising fire. gods are waking up in the sky, spirits lose control. The
coming at you Forfeit the minds can't win wit' no .22 Get nuke and henny rock 80 proof In the hood, never sipping while I'm drinking my jewel Dance to my ritual
wanderers in a ring of firelight Creating strange sorrowful dancing shadowy shapes blessed by The scent of exotic incenses and spices A nomad ritual
Voodoo fire Magic lady of the [Incomprehensible] stands High on the voodoo mountain Society does the Congo Dance To the Serpent Queen's chanting Baby
land, my people adore Porridge And I don't understand why De La Soul is so violent And we are so peaceful, we sit by the camp fire And listen to our rituals
collapse inside) Take me (Back to when I) Believed And as a little boy He tried to hide his eyes With reeds and rituals With paper and a knife The fire
s to tell It's the world not a call I can screen out Don't kill your partner 'fore the dancing's started Kill the path of the ritual
Hallowed dances upon glorified graves Twisted minds, blasphemous slaves Witches and demons are supporting the dead In worship of who they are led Views
pages built on sacred and terrible rituals The wrinkled hands turn the pages, the hypnotic starring eyes nourish the thousand thoughts In the whirling magic of this silent ritual
holy way of an ancient procession Simple but obscure songs are murmured in the deep arboreal temple Only two mighty blades shine in the reflection of fire