They are pointing, we are marching
They are laughing, we are killing
Mothers daughters to the slaughter
Father sons to the harvest
Blood red moon, dripping horrors
Infernal soil, blood is drawn
Desecration without pleasure
Take the heart, our sacrifice
We are killing our own people
They are laughing, dancing on
They are dying, we are smiling
We are bathing in the blood
Burn the child upon the altar
Our ritual has begun
Bound in leather
Stripped and weathered
Virgin skin white as snow
In our hands we raise the dagger
Plunge the breast and let it flow
Holograph
Only path
Oasis
Shimmering bricks
Enter the Fourth Door
Black Gate to Mordor
Escape from the present
Search for true essence
Enter the Fourth Door
Black Gate to Mordor
Edge of horizon
Black Tower rising
Los Toms - Ritual Lyrics
Los Toms - Ritual Lyrics
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They are pointing, we are marching
They are laughing, we are killing
Mothers daughters to the slaughter
Father sons to the harvest
Blood red moon, dripping horrors
Infernal soil, blood is drawn
Desecration without pleasure
Take the heart, our sacrifice
We are killing our own people
They are laughing, dancing on
They are dying, we are smiling
We are bathing in the blood
Burn the child upon the altar
Our ritual has begun
Bound in leather
Stripped and weathered
Virgin skin white as snow
In our hands we raise the dagger
Plunge the breast and let it flow
Holograph
Only path
Oasis
Shimmering bricks
Enter the Fourth Door
Black Gate to Mordor
Escape from the present
Search for true essence
Enter the Fourth Door
Black Gate to Mordor
Edge of horizon
Black Tower rising
They are laughing, we are killing
Mothers daughters to the slaughter
Father sons to the harvest
Blood red moon, dripping horrors
Infernal soil, blood is drawn
Desecration without pleasure
Take the heart, our sacrifice
We are killing our own people
They are laughing, dancing on
They are dying, we are smiling
We are bathing in the blood
Burn the child upon the altar
Our ritual has begun
Bound in leather
Stripped and weathered
Virgin skin white as snow
In our hands we raise the dagger
Plunge the breast and let it flow
Holograph
Only path
Oasis
Shimmering bricks
Enter the Fourth Door
Black Gate to Mordor
Escape from the present
Search for true essence
Enter the Fourth Door
Black Gate to Mordor
Edge of horizon
Black Tower rising
Writer: Nathaniel Dorlac
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