Open Pandora's Box of evil Summon something dark As black ash falls from the skies Overture of things to come
Incantations shall invoke the Octagon Prepare innocent virgin offerings Blood sacrifices must be made In order to create darkness From the darkness rises a son A son that will rule the Earth With the Octagon
Twisting your mind with horrors Beaten, starving, dying It is too late, you know it now You made the wrong choices, you opposed Now you are waiting for your turn Naked, humiliated, fear of death As queues to the slaughterhouse grow The Octagon shines like never before
Incantations shall invoke the Octagon Prepare innocent virgin offerings Blood sacrifices must be made In order to create darkness From the darkness rises a son A son that will rule the Earth With the Octagon