A deep cut as a new Moon night
Offering a bloodletting lust
Fear, suffering, cry, pain
Slaughtered lamb of God
Four more cuts his chest have a star
Quiet, motionless, inanimate, pale
I invoke!
The four princes of hell
I invoke!
The left hand path
I invoke!
The flaming souls
I invoke!
The triumph of death
Opened circle, altar of flesh
Summoning the legions of doom
Communion, perverse, wild, rage
Blood touch the graveyard dirt
The seed of the ritual
Fallen, cold, empty, dead
I invoke!
The four princes of hell
I invoke!
The left hand path
I invoke!
The flaming souls
I invoke!
The triumph of death
Opened circle, altar of flesh
Summoning the legions of doom
Communion, perverse, wild, rage
Blood touch the graveyard dirt
The seed of the ritual
Fallen, cold, empty, dead
I invoke!
The four princes of hell
I invoke!
The left hand path
I invoke!
The flaming souls
I invoke!
The triumph of death
Opened circle, altar of flesh
Summoning the legions of doom
Communion, perverse, wild, rage
Blood touch the graveyard dirt
The seed of the ritual
Fallen, cold, empty, dead
I invoke!
The four princes of hell
I invoke!
The left hand path
I invoke!
The flaming souls
I invoke!
The triumph of death
I invoke! I invoke!
