Pagan Ancient Rites

A night cold wind washes my eyes,

wandering in a deserted place

i feel the horror take possession of my mind

burning fire dimmly iluminates the ceremonies,

ancient pagan rite of the night,

witches and demons come with their infernal hails

pagan unholy folk gathered in the circle,

on the wings of pentagram, I see the fleeting shadows

with their raised, blood-stained hands

in the glimmering dark light you will come,

to the bloody creator of passion

save yourself from the cold virtue,

at midnight come to your lord Lucifer

blowing winds of diabolic storm, blasphemy is born

nocturnal ancient rites,

nocturnal ceremony of the blasphemous Mass