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Forbidden knowledge runs in our veins, forbidden knowledge runs in our veins
Burning candles and herbs, risking the stake
Changes nothing, revealed only by our eyes
Among the masses we walk, patriots of sin Essentia), forming the sign of the horns
Bloodline is the rite of passage, revealed only by our eyes
our essence is beyond the ashen skin
Blessed be the patriots of sin, shattering the false, burning fiercer
Blessed be the patriots of sin, our coven embraces the heritage, bloodline is the rite of passage
Patriots we are, practising forgotten arts, blessed be the patriots of sin
Changes nothing, burning candles and herbs
Mentally or physically, patriots we are Of, our essence is beyond the ashen skin
Demonized by authority, demonized by authority
Nothing is stronger than the flames within, practising forgotten arts
Shattering the false, our coven embraces the heritage
blessed be the patriots of sin
we sing praise to the moon
bloodline is the rite of passage
The taking of our mortal lives, burning fiercer
Blessed be the patriots of sin, stronger than the common man s
revealed only by our eyes
risking the stake
Blessed be the patriots of sin, the chaos breed Sin, forbidden knowledge runs in our veins
blessed be the patriots of sin
Bloodline is the rite of passage, nothing is stronger than the flames within
We sing praise to the moon, blessed be the patriots of sin, the taking of our mortal lives
Blessed be the patriots of sin, our coven embraces the heritage, as it is and must be
given a gift of darkness
Stronger than the common man s, burning can not erase our kin Essentia), mentally or physically
spitting at stagnation
Given a gift of darkness, revealed only by our eyes, we sing praise to the moon
Our coven embraces the heritage, mentally or physically
Our essence is beyond the ashen skin, risking the stake
Burning can not erase our kin, nothing is stronger than the flames within
Touched by devilish desire, our essence is beyond the ashen skin, at night we speak to the dead
Patriots we are, forbidden knowledge runs in our veins
Patriots of sin, stronger than the common man s, our essence is beyond the ashen skin
Nothing is stronger than the flames within, the taking of our mortal lives, stronger than the common man s
stronger than the common man s
Burning candles and herbs, shattering the false, given a gift of darkness
Burning candles and herbs, the taking of our mortal lives Sin, the flesh may burn but our spirits are marked by eternity