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Son Of The Black RamEvery diseased man weeps with himThey cry for his naked wounds Ordered to kneel and rejoice May the celestial faith be undisturbed Like the seasons sadness revolves Destiny plays the cruelest games The harshness of the frozen solstice Will melt into an infernal drought Twelve men dressed in red cloaks Twelve men dressed in black robes A choir of lustful virgins pray for a thousand joys Unflourished, sad and cursed A bouquet of depression lead them into lamentation Ritual of impurification Son of the Black Ram appears in the thundering mist |