Ripping death resents itself before your eyes A chill runs down your spine and penetrates your mind A weakening in your legs, takes you down to lie Reproducing something that's just not quite alive And the seasons dream of death Sacred Samhain seance sex Unholy desecration Feeling from inside Ritual copulation Worshiping tonight The veil approaching Thinnest as two worlds collide Hallowed howling frenzy Death is satisfied