When the day fades, starts the time of black ravens of the night Pale shine of the moon wakes demons from their daily sleep Shine of black candles heralds succeeding ritual of holy blood Figures in hoods are focused in prayer, they whisper silent following
The priest in purple gives the sign by drawing symbols The altar decorated in black drawns in fumes of suplphur The golden chalice filled to the brim with wine mixed with blood The naked victim mentally ready for the return of hellish ghosts
Incantation, sorcery, demons Power over the astral Blood, sorcery, ritual The gates of hell are open
Let our flesh intertwine in dance Let our flesh feel the hellish heat Let our flesh writhe in sin Let our souls follow the path of demons
Snaky dagger shines with silver and drips with sticky blood The tribute given to the four elements from the four sides of the world Arduous anthem carried by the wind still sound in our minds Burning symbols, insignia of enemies, the first sin is commited
Incantation, sorcery, demons Power over the astral Blood, sorcery, ritual The gates of hell are openTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.