Black candles burn at the five points
Pentagram inside the circle of blood
With our unrepentant black hate
We call on the power of Satan
We draw power from the pagan pentagram
We summon the spirits of the dead

Knowledge through necromancy
Vengeance through the black arts
The evil forces gather inside
Trees in the forest weeping blood

Fucking the carcass in exhilaration
Ultimate morbid sickness takes us beyond

And no one can escape
No one can cry or wail
There is no way back