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Of how good beliefs can turn bad |
| Dark night of Samhain, that’s when I kill To be in harmony with the gods. My misdoings will be paid To the ones I love most With blood, death and no reasoning. Dark night of Samhain, that’s when I kill And curse the crucified god In whom we so dearly trust. Every war has a god We always do wrong, we never learn. And She will get Her revenge. Dark night of Samhain, that’s when I purify. Dark night of Samhain, that’s when I kill The elder god who has to die. I believe not in sin, not in Hell, Not in one god and not in Paradise. I believe in Her coming, in Her revenge. Dark night of Samhain, that’s when I kill Myself with a handmade knife (I sharpened it the night before) And bleed on the altar linen. I offered myself to the Lord and Lady, With them I’ll be eternally. Dark night of Samhain, that’s when I die. Dark night of Samhain, that’s when I kill; Dark night of Samhain, with a full moon; Dark night of Samhain, that’s when I die; Dark night of Samhain, that’s when I purify. |