The child is ripped from the womb of the whore
As the altar of flesh soaks in blood
The candles burn bright in the shadow of gore
For the blasphemous call of the dark
Drink from the chalice, this ichor of life
As the clandestine rites are pronounced
This black magic calls on the princes of Hell
With the force to beguile the crown
The vile congregation of the damned
Black divinations bring power from hell
Manifest poisons and bless them with spell
Sin's congregation with death and disease
Hail the eternal one
Arcane ambition infecting the soul
Forged execrations to regain control
Grave premonitions of efforts obscene
Hail the infernal one
The venom of vengeance in clandestine form
Will bring death to the traitors within
The outbreak of malice will unleash the storm
And blacken the might of the Sun
The profit of murder and lust for revenge
Decimates all that stand in the way
The father and sons die to end her torment
Drowned by hatred, they slowly decay
The sinister confessions of the cursed
Black divinations bring power from hell
Manifest poisons and bless them with spell
Sin's congregation with death and disease
Hail the eternal one
Arcane ambition infecting the soul
Forged execrations to regain control
Grave premonitions of efforts obscene
Hail the infernal one
The burning court awaits you now
Face the judgement
The punishment for broken vows
The heretics will die in pain
Face the torment
Endure the devastating shame
Black divinations bring power from hell
Manifest poisons and bless them with spell
Sin's congregation with death and disease
Hail the eternal one
Arcane ambition infecting the soul
Forged execrations to regain control
Grave premonitions of efforts obscene
Hail the infernal one
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