Our fait to hate shall rise In the grace of our dark Gods We commence the ritual Burning, blood red pentagrams At dusk the demon will awake He'll return from his bed of mourning Served by Chaos of the eleven headed wrath.
The desecration has begun Ritual of evil power The sacred men shall suffer Suffer for a life eternal Deny the history and her lies Words lost in insanity We create the reality Your excommunication is our blessing The dagger pierces the stomach The blood rains on the ground He falls in front of our eyes His regret doesn’t erase his shame.
The ritual breeds immortality Now we face the eternity Forever our souls are purified Our mind is indissoluble, gnostic warrior pride Let us take our weapons, the blades are burning Burning, blood red pentagrams.