Lying in the pentagram of death,
With candles burning off everywhere,
And petals scattered everywhere,
The chanting that pierces through the ears,
When the holy water mixes with the blood,
Spreading the aroma in the hall,
Staining the floor beautifully around,
Lies coldly on the ground,
Spreading the blood all around,
Covering the knives on the ground,
And the flowers that rots with the corpse,
And the blood that cools up the ground,
Here lies a corpse sacrificed on the name of the god,
Lying in front of a reversed cross.
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