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In the dark night of ancient terror,
signs of blasphemy appeared; Dancing bones in a horrible ritual, Horrible heresies.
Gray, cold, empty shell, Hidden before, In forgotten tombs, whispering shut, Speaking of forgotten sins.
Broken nations, reduced to dust, To the beat of evil drums,
Still in darkness, adorned with their shadows, The eternal dance of death.
Howling wind, screaming voices, Lost souls in the sea of judgment, Skulls and shells, in the dark place, Chains silently announcing their eternity.
In the cloak of night, light is witness, The terrible dance, evil itself, Blasphemy rises, dressed in frightful clothes,
Bones.