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For the weapon conceived By evil, for it's blade made Of silver, the one that was Stealed by the witches and Was made to be a holy image, For the sharp weapon of the Devil, for it's hilt made of Bone unburied from a holy Grave from a slave of the Right path, that once was It's right arm! For the blood Thirsty knife of fear, for The blood that's been poured By the sharp edge of terror, And for the bloodbath never To stop. Ready for the KILL! The moon templates with Her icy shine the edge of this Weapon consagrated to the Gods of death and impurity Tempting to it's use, for Feasting on hot blood. A hand Is used by the knife to move Deep inside with a morbid Rush, to feel the flow of Blood, innards exposed to SongtexteThe freezing moon, with her Light, the blood shines black, And a light steam emanates From the still beating heart. SOLO: Ritual Mutilations The knife is pleased to feel The taste of blood, integrated As one with the hand... The Knife comes from within! Under The sign of hate and under The moonshine the blade Shall rise from within! Ritualistic death, or death For revenge, death for Pleasure, death for despite Death for fear, death by the Knife, always by the knife... Ritual mutilation, death for Pleasing the gods of death in Demand for their attention, Always by the knife! Aus Songtexte Mania