Tonight is Shrove Tuesday, the sky is black and gloomy, Down the moor, between the dolmen and the calvary, At the junction of six paths near the deserted field, Cats are gathered and talking, their true nature revealed.
The sorcerers are dressed with skins Of foxes, goats and wolves... Infernal round.
We chant all around the fire... Rite of the beast. We dance all around the fire... Rite of the beast.
A disgusting smoke fills the air Out of the old cauldron... Devil's powder.
We chant all around the fire... Rite of the beast. We dance all around the fire... Rite of the beast.
All hails the sabbath!
Jumping over the holy font You'll kiss Satan's bottom... Farts in your face.
We chant all around the fire... Rite of the beast. We dance all around the fire... Rite of the beast.
The carnival is made of naked women, semen and blood. If you witness the ritual, you will be cursed forever...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
