Flamma Tenebrarum
Black candles burn
In the halls of blood
You are doom of returning to hell
The inverted cross
Of the unholy king
Is starting to rise burning
The flames of hell
Burn the angels
They fall down
At his feet
The pentagram
Light us the way
To blasphemy
The whitest snow
Full of blood
Is at my feet
The virgin's blood
So pure
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