Black gate of the mortal Sabbath held in thy honor, summon the anti-god Is there nothing sacred, is there nothing pure? Cool winds are abound me, from this fire well breath Embracing the myth Everything I am to believe Embracing the evil Everything that surrounds who I am up Smoke will rise from the graves of our elders once slain Crack the whip, night draws near, darkness swallows me whole Worship upon the dead, praise all Harassathoth Satan summon ka-put ancients forces arise Beelzebub suck my balls, Beelzebub will suck my balls! Corpses' rise from your tomb Paint thy light unto dark Is there nothing sacred? Sexual urge for the dead War, holy war Infernal names invoke the storm The end of man has come to pass Goatwhore shall reign supreme! Lust for the dead in the cold night, a chill grasps my breath I hold onto nothing, for this I shall fall Smoke a bowl, read thy necronomicon Balls of fire, erupt from the pyre Of unholiness in my mind Abaudahdine is honored to behold black metal sabbath! Shootin' up to get my rush This time I think I'll take too much Barely breathing, profusely bleeding I'd get my gun, if I could move And put myself in the ground Take a pill get all low, high again you jones Twisting convulsing, overdosing, skin turns pale Writhing in sweat, moribund death comes for you Slicing your wrist as you die you now want to live