Master I call thee - from the heavens
I beg your summoning - through my orb of alteration
World of caustic - caverns of the helpless souls - convinced of their supremacy
Reap the sacred garden - do account for its treasures
Slave to tunnelvision of their all belief
I curse ye all - to infinity and beyond
I look at them - snakes of gods with twisted tongue - convinced of ther sanctity
Preachers of black - leaders of inverted values - interred in rotten soil of shadow life
Chrack the infernal whip - eat the blackest of hearts - ceremonial oath - cleanse it at once
Spirit of black - all teachings in vain - begging for fase - their eyes cannot see
Incantational chants - no sign of redemption - my thunderous palms - destroyer of worlds
Ave dominus, dominus inferi
I open the old book - written before time
In ancient of all tongues - I will cite the rites
Ave dominus, dominus inferi
Skies start to crumble - demons arise
Gates to oblivion - portals of tinal tides
