Call its name at the altar of stone
Speak it loud over wind that blows
Deep in the woods, above the graves
Hear its voice bellowing pain
Hurt ourselves to honor you
Cut our flesh to satisfy you
Witness the Transformation
Embrace the painful changes
Brothers of night, sons of morning
Grant us an endless night
Spread our blood around
To keep the night aroused
Eclipse of the Damned
We know our blood we control its course
From our veins to the shores

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