Illinoisan Altar Lyrics

As the olden goat serves blood
And the cross is burned to black
Place the husk on the satanic altar
To call upon the Gods to come back
Seven stars will bring the Floods
Bringing plentiful crop to our land
The unholy rites held on holy mud
Shall ensure that Illinois stands

Feast of demons in the cornfields
Let us bring out the best tonight
Their blood is made an evil meal
We are the soldiers of the light
Seven waters to fill up the seas
Enough to make her fertile again
Seven palaces commanding the stars
Forever seeing that Illinois stands

In the praise of Illinois and what was done to get it
In the name of the Sun and the followers who fed it
With the memory of the ones that walked here before us
In the name of Satan within the shining light of Horus