Put her on the altar, tie her down secure She will soon die, her soul is still pure Her body is trembling it's filled with fear She'll lose the life which she holds dear The dagger is ready to do it's evil deed On her decayed corpse I will feed Tie her legs and arms ready to read the rite Now I feel the force of satan's might Under baphomet she is bleeding fast With the corpse indulge in a bloodbath Pray to the master that this will suffice Split her skull for this altar sacrifice Tears on her cheek, sweat on her brow It's time to die I will kill her now Death has come to deliver her fate We don't do it for love we do it for hate
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