They walk through the mist
To an ancient place
Gathering for the King
To invoke his name
"..." in the dark
"..." tongue
Black monolith
Rises from the mist
Potion from the darkest well
Open for pagan souls
Hear the angels of Heaven wailing
When he calls on the Lord of darkness
Like trains pouring out
From the chapel's mouth
A raw volcano spreads
Into ancient ground
Carbon starts to dance
Its acidic trans
"..."
Everytime you scream
Potion from the darkest well
Open for pagan souls
Hear the angels of Heaven wailing
When he calls on the lord of darkness
Potion from the darkest well
Open for pagan souls
Hear the angels of Heaven wailing
When he calls on the lord of darkness
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