Like a God it appears
Nectar flows
Calls them in
Stargate pyramid
They all drink
They fall in ecstasy
They do not know the gate
Will bring them misery (the music)
They all dance
They sing in harmony
But now their leader hides
It is a mystery (the nectar)
Torture, assasinate - it’s a trap
Stargate of massacre - it’s a trap
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