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Equinox is at hand, the gates are now aligned. Raise the candles in the air and give the secret sign. The temperature is dropping down, our breath seems now like smoke. The guardians of the shadow lands will blind the heathen eyes. Our mental variation; a phantom make from light. With red we paint our phantasy until it breathes with might. Deciphering the code that releases the unknown, we make the wanted possible, material like the stone. Red Code Cult Welcome to our church disciples of the jackal. Your nature is key. Now raise the veils of the misty tyranny of the fake laws. Open the Choronzone. Our mental variation; a phantom make from light. With red we paint our phantasy until it breathes with might. Deciphering the code that releases the unknown, we make the wanted possible, material like the stone. Red Code Cult