A Black Circle of Death

Invoke the eternal wrath of darkness And raise the hateful banner of death To crush the herd of the weak Under the weight of hell’s fist As weeping turns into cries of torment Blood stains the cerecloth To dive into endless sleep of infernal dreams With a poisoned dagger’s kiss With the bloody remnants of human life Torn into pieces in the fire of strife A circle is drawn in consecration Of death, total war and pure darkness A forest of crucifixions Where the wind of mourning whispers And a mound of pale corpses Emits a putrid reek of impurity As the night awakens We feast on entrails with lustrous eyes Praise war and torture And enter the black circle of death...