Stench of death. Eyes of fire Ancient spirit. Hellish pyre Blasphemic ritual. No help in sight Awoken death. Unholy night Blood runs from her breasts Drips into a chalice Then her soul leaves her body Drifts into the abyss A fivepointed star within a ring of chalk In morbid visions, the dead start to walk He will take her in the Darkest hour Prostrate her being to the Ultimate power Speak the words that you shall not mention To call on evil in the fourth dimension Hands of the uncreator through the seventh gate Reach out for our gift to confiscate Passway opens. Pitch black hole Dedicated to the darkness. A virgin soul Stench of death. Eyes of fire Ancient spirit. Hellish pyre Blasphemic ritual. No help in sight Awoken death. Unholy night Blood runs from her breasts Drips into a chalice Then her soul leaves her body Drifts into the abyss A fivepointed star within a ring of chalk In morbid visions, the dead start to walk Boiling blood pours down on sacred stone Place the offering beneath the throne