Wings of the night
Has turned light into shadows
And through the deep forest
Only the mist prevails
Carried forth by the whispering wind
And in a glade of the deepest part of the forest
The black pounding heart of a thousand peoples fears
Thirteen figures perform the most obscure dance
Around an altar of stone while the eye of Satan
Beholds from its high seat in the starless sky
Dark eyes stares with carnal blood lust at the fettered virgins helpless
struggle
Claws and teeth shall desecrate the temple of her soul and pierce the night
with her cries
The sacred blood of god's creation flow
As the eyes of the creatures woefully glow
* As gleaming red as the hair of the beasts
^?
Dreadful shadows plunges through the veils of the mist at their
screaming prey
Claws and teeth shall desecrate the temple of her soul and force her spirit
beyond the gates
Of black divinity
The sacred blood of gods creation drips
And run down the throats of the creatures who from open vein sips
And the moon glows - as pale as the skin of the beasts
Three crosses breaks her skin
A soul for Satan to win
Three crosses for the price of blood
That so triumphantly brought death to the son of god
Three crosses for the breed of Cain
That throughout time in blood will reign
Three crosses for the abomination from Nod
Who so fiercely drank his brothers blood
Three crosses for the brethren
All praise the black deity
So fearsome great and mighty
Mark our spirits with thine blessing dark divine
And through our eyes you Upon the forthcoming millennium
The sacred blood of gods creation is gone
And her soul is now in the hands of the horned one
Who laughs as blood freezing as gaze in the eyes of the beasts
Three crosses her skin
A soul for Satan to win
Three crosses That so triumphantly brought death to the son of god
Three crosses
That throughout time in blood will reign
Three crosses Who so fiercely drank his brothers blood
Three crosses...
