The Devil has spoken to me on the night of a terrible sacrifice
When the blackening fog filled the woods
I went to the place where cold winds blow
This is where the Dark Lord receives the offerings
The night is near, coming out of Earth's mouth
Blurred shapes creep out of dark graves

It's the dead of the night
Horrid visions of pain to come
Take ghoulish forms
Encircling me, tell me about wonders of Hell

The Devil's call I respond entering the cursed burial grounds
I conjure the Evil from within with the power of death's spell
I taste the broken cry of an infant butchered
I fuck its corpse, not yet cold
Angels yelled in woe
A ghastly spectre hovered above the tomb's gate

Free at last through this foul symbol of life's denial
Baptism of uncreation
Moral foundations tainted
I now arise in dark splendour
Pain becomes joy
My soul is raped no longer
Pure malignant forces erect in me

The darkness I become
A power without end

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