The Black Mass

Through the corridors of darkness, on the wings of mans desire

Conjured by the soulless ones at the everlasting fire

Borne on waves of insanity from mans primeval past

The mantra of the tumult has awakened him at last

Drawing near in the gloom comes the twilight of all shame

The ravens of night have flown away to set Valhalla aflame

For too long now the right hand gods have fought between themselves

With paths that lead to paradise from this demented world

This is the age, the age of Satan, now that the twilight is done

Now that Satan has come

Blue velvet shrouds the altar, black candles pierce the dark

The skulls of the unbelievers peer sightless, bleached and stark

The inverted cross of burnished gold the burial urns of light

The pungent smell of incense wafts out into the night

This is the age, the age of Satan, now that the twilight is done

Now that Satan has come