By The Seventh Spell - A Blackthrash Symphony

As I command it, so shall it be

I seek revenge on thee

The spell will bring the spirits

To serve as I wish

To serve my own aim

By then seventh spell

We’re setting the black circles

By the seventh spell

Unbar the guarded door

Sprinkling masses of blood

Of innocent souls

Sprinkling more and more blood

I’ll spit it all down on your cold and wooden coffin

Prior to midnight by the dark of the moon

Burning some incense to summon the dark

Invocation by the light of black candles

Anointed with blasphemous oil

By the dim lights and the silence

I summon the quiet of the grave

As the seventh hour will strike

Black ink is scribing your name