In front of the majestic empire
Demons laugh and dance
The macabre dance of death
In the dead of night they scream
They scream, cutting down the howling wind
Drunk with hatred of the suit
The sparks light up the sky
The bonfire of corpses crackles
The ritual of death heads into the twilight
From the shadows rises the being lonely
From the fury of hate weaves strength
In darkness it expands the spirit

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