Sear and black wind, pervert until you soul Expeller of wretched matter, expand the real world Funnel inspire the pains, countless dims of subconscious The sight of ghouls around your space, did you hear the serpents lament?? The dust impregnated into quiet wind, a smaze of enchanted evening Where sunserves of Legba circle, prepare the nuptial flight In terra demorto mundi, the men fell silent The great snake was coming, then there was a petro rite Wails will despise, on the river of the thorns Flow that joy of death, reveal Damballahs face Anxious for young blood, needless, pins caves Sinuosity curse at midnight, dance of dolls The secret of all serpents, not permite the riest Restore their hideous plasma, all spirits descends to earth Corps from exu are in serpentary, penetrate all opened tomb The sight of ghouls around your space, did you the serpents lament? ...and then they called softly Papa Ghede...
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