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 night
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