Taste Of The Nightly Prayers (In Nomine Satanas / 1997)
In the night in moonlight By overgrown wayside There is fotgotten cave And shadows of hooded shapes Holy fire burns And wakes grimand dread In the close ring Monks in black frocks Clasped their hands Closed their eyes In the close ring Monks in black frocks Their souls are ready The echo repeats their prayers A man with naked trunk As a priest of wicked ritual Drawns the pentagram Symbol of baphmet buck Omen of black mass Silent has become AVE SATAN!!! Terrible scream waked the madness In the candle lights Female body on naked altar Sound of the lute Hellish hymn – began the dance Shrill sound of the bell Chalice of bloody Taste of delight In the close ring Monks in black frocks They broke off their prayers The latest gong In the close ring Monks in the black frocks They bless the power of the night It has become grey dawn!! grey dawn!!