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This is a B-Side for the album "The Butcher of Whitechapel" This was the original fourth track.

[Verse 1]
The fog entwines the cobbled stone,
Its whispers pull, I’m not alone.
The streets grow still, their fear takes hold,
The Codex speaks, its dark will unfolds.

[Pre-Chorus 1]
The mist commands, it grips my soul,
A force not mine, it takes control.

[Chorus 1]
The interrupted rite awakes,
Through blood and bone, the silence breaks.
The interrupted rite will bind,
The Fog commands, the Vessel cries—
Her pulse the key, her life confined!

[Post-Chorus]
It carves! It claims! It drinks her breath!
The rite is sealed in crimson death!

[Verse 2]
"I’ll not be your sport tonight," I warn,
My chin lifts high though terror dawns.
The fog surrounds, but still I fight—
A spark defiant in endless night.
My mother’s songs, her dreams of old,
Rush through my heart before growing cold.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
I'm backed against the brick-stained wall,
Swedish songs, my mother’s call.
All memories rush as shadows fall—
The mist commands, but I stands tall.

[Chorus 2]
The interrupted rite ascends,
Her body breaks, the silence bends.
The Codex writes, the symbols shine,
The fog consumes, her soul is mine—
Her heart the price, the dark divine!

[Bridge]
The graves hum low, their secrets bleed,
The cobbles sing the Codex’ creed.
Her heart is torn, the rite survives—
The fog will feast, it claims her life!

The rite!
Defied!
Her soul denied!

[Guitar Solo]

[Breakdown]
The heart is torn, the rite near done—
But wheels on stone, the night comes undone!
A cart, a horse, a drunken song—
The ritual breaks, Zorath’nim Screams!

The fog retreats… the moment’s lost…
The interrupted rite…

[Verse 3]
Through gin-soaked eyes, I see the truth—
A woman’s shell, her stolen youth.
Organs laid like butcher’s meat,
Her glassy stare, my heart’s defeat.
"They’ll blame me," I whisper low,
While shadows laugh and fog winds blow.

[Refrain]
Her silence glows, etched in the flame,
The fog still whispers, it knows her name.

[Final Chorus]
The interrupted rite—her voice denied,
The cart wheels turn, the shadows hide.
The interrupted rite—undone, incomplete,
Her heart stolen, the ritual beat—
Cut short by fate, Zorath’nim… cheated!

[Outro]
The rite remains…
The fog sustains…
Its hunger binds…
I’m lost to time.

The Interrupted Rite

BURN TO DIE

Вечно 17

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