The wretched Godcult of Veneficus, the icon of sin. For aeons they wander the darkrealm, seeking knowledge (information from unholy beings) An oath they have sworn to, with their brethren lunatics if grotesque misanthrophic deeds Unnatural their lifespan, blargh! Concealing true intent behind the veil of a priest.
"For our custom, we accept the fact we're damned to non-existence Place their names and virtues before thine own intention"
Veneficus diabolus! Veneficus diabolus!
His personal quest for contacting, the 67th sovereign of the pit For centuries his lust for cacophonous deathspeech
"For our custom, we accept the fact we're damned to non-existence Place their names and virtues before thine own intention Sordid, necromantic incantations cloud their wicked judgement Fearful boundmen ever watchful of the hideous archfiend"
The seance begins upon his altar of obsidian A representation (of his chosen idol) The sigil is carved within the confines of the necrodungeon. The prophets of ouija ridculing texts from holy doctrines Summoning wraiths (of interdimensional regions) His gutteral tongue begins awakening the cacodaemon.
A mystifying dark revelation Goetic crusade An obsessive desire Malicous, compulsive hold. For years he trained to cast incantations To summon the fiend That will damn him to serve the beast.
Burn! Contacting the unknown, his hideous portrait shows Unsheathing malintentions of the sorcerer's demise. Black! His psyche torn to shreds. The screams of heretical dread. This summoning ensuring that the priest is in-SANE!
He casts incantations (of blasphemous significance) Upon the altar scorning those above. The sorcerous trials of his wretched conquest Leaves him but a spectre of his clerical past
Veneficus Diabolus Veneficus Diabolus
"For our custom, we accept the fact we're damned to non-existence Place their names and virtues before thine own intention Sordid, necromantic incantations cloud their wicked judgement Fearful boundmen ever watchful of the hideous archfiend"
You'll praise his name, you'll kneel before him He'll reward you with the knowledge of how to master black arts!
(Bewitching the sorcerer's mind)
A mystifying dark revelation Goetic crusade An obsessive desire Malicious, compulsive hold. For years he trained to cast incantations To summon the fiend That will damn him to serve the beast.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
