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Dry rotted benches all splintered and frail. 
Transparent spirits fill the isles and the air. 
   In the old decrepit church they try to stay seated,
while the Malicious Eulogy is hellaciously completed.
   Out in the graveyard down below, the Demons arise.
The howls of anger, the growls of damnation,
pierce the dark night like deadly cries.
   As they rise from their tombs, the earth starts to split. 
The ground shreds apart like a deep fiery pit. 
   They enter the church, the spirits gather round. 
For they are the Bastards to the God of the Underground. 
   Their hideous faces stare upon the evil crowd. 
The spirits stay silent, they dare not make a sound. 
   One by one they approach the Black Altar, 
bowing before the horned image of their Father. 
   Behind them stands a pillar carefully balancing her coffin. 
Her body lies still, her soul knows not what's coming. 
   As the fiends turn to surround her death bed, 
each one places a sprig of Nightshade neatly around her head. 
   They feel her naked body, her skin's so pale and cold. 
Her virgin soul is what they crave, to them it's as precious as gold. 
   The funeral is over, no one even cried. 
The ceremony begins, Satan's about to take his Bride. 
   His sons proudly look on as the gates of Hell open wide. 
Satan rises to her coffin, his sons go to his side. 
   He gazes at her beauty, to him it's such a shame, 
but his hunger for her virginity defeats him, he's really not to blame. 
   He covers like a cloud of darkness as lightning strikes the church. 
Her soul has left her body, yet her body the Demons will search. 
   One son tore her heart out, another ripped off her head. 
They all feasted on her flesh, their hungers are finally fed. 
   The maiden stands next to her groom with an evil grin on her face, 
Satan smiles back at her, certain the body and soul cannot be traced. 
   The Demons are done feeding now as their mouths drip with blood. 
The ritual is over now for she has united as one. 
   Her soul is his to flourish on for all eternity, 
and it all started with one Malicious Eulogy.
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