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Fury ball

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I invite you to the ball od storm
The wind'll give us wings of crows
We shall fly and spit on the Earth
And priests cross themselves
When they see us

We drink wine with birds' blood
We laugh along with witches
Drowned serve to us
Moanings of the dying in my galss

Earings made of infans heads
The smiles of cobras skulls
Drawing of magical signs
Longing for the kill

Mattering eyes
Crackins, unfeeling skin
Mouth brimful of pus and blood
This way people die

You didn't want to fly with rain...

RAM, RAM KALI
Todaday you rule this world
All bloody sacrifices - for you
Rave of storm - your might

RAM, RAM KALI
The queen of fury ball
Free our souls
Rave of storm - your might

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