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come fanatics, come to the sabbath thirteen dressed in black are here screaming, naked our altar kissed by the whip now satans daughter our witchcult grows... black goat forms from dopesmoke Baphomet we bow to thee higher, higher devils disciples nameless chants breed sorcery our witchcult grows... father, mother, our brethren, your children black masses, black magic, with drugs our witchcult grows... From Letras Mania