Gathered once more to praise our lord Feel the energy whithin this night A starless sky absorbs all light For this ordinance we're bleeding
Severed skulls placed on sacred soil For this black mass of pure devotion The masters spirit flows through our veins As his light shines upon us
Where there once was light… there is darkness Where there was stagnation… now there is chaos
Let the blood flow in this blasphemous night Until his spirit consumes all of us Holding high the horns of Baphomet And keeping the black flame burning bright The flaring torches enlight the circle As the lords spirit fills our bodies We are devotees. we are servants For our true master - Satan!
Severed skulls placed on sacred soil For this black mass of pure devotion The masters spirit flows through our veins As his light shines upon us
Holding high the skull of the severed one Let the blood flow into the silver chalice These rituals of flames and skulls During this blasphemous nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
