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Voice in starving forest
Beckons for sacrifice
Demonshaped figures
Shrieking out loud one name
Rite of invocation
To black goat of the woods
With a thousand young
Ritual murder of helpless crucified victims
Nails driven violently through arms and legs
Cold steel cuts pouring down entrails
Stench and drenching blood tempt the beast
Perverse is your lust
Grotesque is thy ways
Shub-niggurath
Black goat of the woods
With a thousand young
In circle of corpses oath is made
As we drink the madness from writhing veins
The visions cursed gave us word
Winds of pestilence rage the return
