Black candles burn at the five points Pentagram inside the circle of blood With our unrepentant black hate We call on the power of Satan We draw power from the pagan pentagram We summon the spirits of the dead
Knowledge through necromancy Vengeance through the black arts The evil forces gather inside Trees in the forest weeping blood
Fucking the carcass in exhilaration Ultimate morbid sickness takes us beyond
And no one can escape No one can cry or wail There is no way back
