Come forth the lords of black they come
Bring forth the askew
Cold mist vapors lead them off to the dying sun
Praise praise lords of lust
With a cut the incision will take hold
Watain's soul
Black spoils one black bell ignites me
Spread host all devour!
Silence the dead life
False blessings burn bones
Talons lock no mercy
Black lust forcing me
Chalice of blood ancient rite
For our own dying breed
The master will reveal
Black face unholy
Bleed blood an old wound insert the blade
Drink blood and use the blade
Unholy temple a goat priest drinks the blood
Unholy temple a goat will drink the blood
Die die die die setup host the ghost body
Take hold! The fear off ritual dance
Force of satan behold! Satanic chest
Cut cut cut cut feasting off the soul
Silence the dead life
False blessings burn bones
Talons lock no mercy
Black lust forcing me
Chalice of blood ancient rite
For our own dying breed
The master will reveal
Black face unholy
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