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Across the path beyond the misty oak A shape of evil shrouded in black cloak The chant of rites invoke a spell of gain... Rites of samhain The fires raise my burnt scent of plight As my soul is reborn on this samhain night Master of hades join us in our praise As we vow in league with the dead we raise Beckons me to follow Into the black hollow The death knell tolls a glorious sound As figures from hell writhe among the ground The sacred blood is spilled once again... Rites of samhain Call on the night to bring the sulphur souls And call the ways the nostalgic old A flash of light the master rears its head And from the ground arise his mass undead Beckons me to follow Into the black hollow Sinners one with the cloven sire Raise up the flames of samhain fire

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