[00:00.27]鐝炵張灞辨ⅵ澧冭仈鐩
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[01:04.63]鈥淟et us go out this evening for pleasure for the night is still young!鈥
[01:11.39]Let us dance skeletally,
[01:14.25]The chill of the autumn is stirring in me.
[01:17.55]Let us rape, let us murder,
[01:20.27]A night to sate thine perverted desires,
[01:23.69]A night on which to watch them die,
[01:26.67]To see the life whisked from the inside.
[01:30.09]A night so black as Satan鈥檚 hide,
[01:34.19]When we ghouls do come alive,
[01:37.48]When the masks of mockery shall disguise our wicked eyes.
[01:42.90]To the death of all,
[01:46.05]Celebrate the empty breath of fall.
[01:49.16]The 31st twill not go silent so long as evil doth dwell in man.
[01:55.55]Devils night t鈥檞as a scorcher,
[01:58.59]But on this eve we bring hell.
[02:03.37]Here in the season of the dead,
[02:06.36]Sanity hangs by a thread.
[02:09.21]We鈥檙e descendants of the dark,
[02:12.51]Give us back our one true love.
[02:15.86]Manifest all hallows eve,
[02:19.15]Samhain grim our one true love.
[02:22.00]No you shant kill Halloween,
[02:25.24]For we鈥檝e bore it in our blood.
[02:29.02]Embrace ye the brown leafed vertigo,
[02:31.88]For this undead night we have sold our souls.
[02:34.99]Hoist ye this black flag of blasphemy,
[02:38.10]Lift high this emblem of hate,
[02:40.77]Return the jackolanterns smile on this holiday,
[02:44.44]For the defiled shed the thorned binds of Christ鈥檚 denial,
[02:50.09]And son let the devil in,
[02:53.93]Cultus diabolous,
[02:55.86]Laus ut flamma,
[02:59.22]Cultus obscurum,
[03:02.44]Amplexus fatum.
[03:05.68]Rejoice now ye hellions of Earth,
[03:10.09]A glimpse of a future not far,
[03:13.06]When the dark one is said to return,
[03:16.42]Blackening this planet with ire.
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[03:45.11]Let us rape,
[03:47.03]Let us murder,
[03:47.71]A night to sate thine perverted desires.
[03:50.94]A thrill that cannot be quantified,
[03:53.49]To warm one鈥檚 hands upon arson鈥檚 fires.
[03:57.40]May the spoils of this evening rot our teeth to the gums,
[04:04.48]May the treats of our enemies sever their lying tongues.
[04:10.38]Here in the season of the dead,
[04:15.79]Sanity hangs by a thread.
[04:17.52]We鈥檙e descendants of the dark,
[04:20.63]Give us back our one true love.
[04:23.80]Manifest all hallows eve,
[04:26.90]Samhain grim our one true love.
[04:30.26]No you shant kill Halloween,
[04:33.79]For we鈥檝e bore it in our blood.