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Artist: Briton Rites
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A Meeting In The Woods
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A Meeting In The Woods
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Walking in the woods night midnight
I will tell you a dreadful tale
My eyes were blasted full by the sight
Of shapes now loosed, once pent in hell
Tonight's the gathering to worship Satan as Lord
As a young girl spreads naked on the altar like a whore
Black Goat of One Thousand Young will sow his seed
On the infant's flesh the succubi... they will feed
Thinking back to my Faith, she begged me
"Don't go out to leave on this night"
Now I crouch in fear hiding myself
If they don't get me, I'll die of fright
Tonight's the gathering to worship Satan as Lord
As a young girl spreads naked on the altar like a whore
Black Goat of One Thousand Young will sow his seed
On the infant's flesh the succubi... they will feed
Then the high priest, he turned to speak and point at me
"There he is now, hiding in the dark behind that tree
Someone has come to join us now and take communion
He shall come to witness now this unholy union"
Witches and warlocks drank the blood from a dying child
They opened up a door to hell and called into the wild
When I heard those names, I could not take a step
Yog-Sothoth, Pazuzu and Nyarlathotep
...and there I stood still frozen and now under their spell
Amidst the witches and all the shapes they called up from Hell
An orgy of lamiae and humans writhed onto the ground
And headless moon-calves bleated with an awful sound
The high priest held out a book of damned names
And dipped into blood a feathered quill
I signed my name with the blood of our dead child
All of this against my will
Tonight's the gathering to worship Satan as Lord
As faith, the young girl spreads naked on the altar like a whore
Black Goat of One Thousand Young will sow his seed
On the infant's flesh the succubi... they will feed
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