Into the mighty pentagram we are led. Drawn with the ram’s blood shed. Waiting at the centre, the High Priests. Discipline griping us with its iron fists… Welcome to the ancient ritual. Of old it was revealed in secrecy. Do come to the ancient rituals. From time immemorial in blasphemy… Within the circle there is no mortal life. With clear minds we leave behind all strife. Pacing and reciting the words of power. Below the Lord listens in His Hellish Tower… Welcome to the ancient ritual. Of old it was revealed in secrecy. Do come to the ancient rituals. From time immemorial in blasphemy… Vortexes of energy open on both worlds. The Sorcerer touches the Book that unfolds. Ancient rituals and forgotten rhymes. The spinning stops as the bell chimes… Welcome to the ancient ritual. Of old it was revealed in secrecy. Do come to the ancient rituals. From time immemorial in blasphemy…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
