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The blackened city calls out
Enter the temple of sin
You must enter the temple of sin
Contorted sinners beckon
Join our twisted rites
You must join our twisted rites
The priests eyes gleam
Blood on their scepters of flesh
There is blood on their scepters of flesh
The nubile *** bows
Await the piercing thrust
She awaits the piercing thrust
Perverse rites
Priests of *** preside
We are damned
Praise the gods of sin
Her walls are burning
Grinding the staff of the priest
*** grinding the staff of the priest
The congregation
Revel in sins of the flesh
They revel in sins of the flesh
*** from the temple
Serving shamanic desire
They are serving shamanic desire
Deviant bodies writhing
Slick with the fluids of ***
They are slick with the fluids of ***
Perverse rites
Priests of *** preside
We are damned
Immortal ***
Wicked legions come forth
Defile the pure
Statues of demons glisten with sweat
The *** intensifies violence begins
Flagellate *** with serpentine whips
They raise their blades to throats of their men
Climax approaches and the blood will spill
*** sacrifice, mutilation and death
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Priests of ***
Solo: O’Brien
Perverse rites
Priests of *** preside
We are damned
Immortal ***
Wicked legions come forth
Defile the pure