Primitive cult gathered at dawn Obsessed with the signs of a new sun Burning aurora shines red as fire In the blades of the ritual knives Ceremonial rites consecrated by ages Disturbed black eyes in their dark faces Ancient fear over the ground full of bones Time to pay the debt to the eternal lords ALTARS OF MAYHEM The vault is open to receive the bloodfeast of sacrifice Foredoomed flesh trembling Await the bless of the razor Immolators carve the chest and take the still pulsing heart While the dead bodies are removed the drums call for more The temple stones ooze blood Mutilated corpses in piles. Zephyr of twilight becomes rotten Brewed with screams of horror The gods have satiated their hunger Now the sky is bleeding black These ALTARS OF MAYHEM will rest until the next sunrise ALTARS OF MAYHEM
