The rite of black mass. Deep in the dark forest Goats face in the ground. Surrounded by the congregation of darkness Nocturnal prayer for the mighty lord open this infernal night
The circle of pentagram closes us inside Shielded we are under satans black wings It's the force of the dark side Children of the night we are hiding in the black fog
We invoke the dark lord. From the beast we pray the christians death Goathorns rised up. The blood and corpse of the christian desecrated We close ourselves in satanic mass
The rite of black mass. Deep in the dark forest Goats face in the ground. Surrounded by the congregation of darkness Nocturnal prayer for the mighty lord open this infernal night
