Disciples of Hell

In the darkness, they will gather Conjuring the one Burning candles, incantations Human sacrifice. Getting drunk from blood, not wine Pointy daggers shine Out if fire, smoke and brimstone The dreaded one will rise. Nobody knows who are the disciples of hell Father’s a priest and he’s casting a spell No one can stop what’s already begum Worshipping darkness and Lucifer’s son. Victim of the gran illusion Screams of ecstasy Fools are lost is mass confusion Searching for the key. Nobody knows who are the disciples of hell Father’s a priest and he’s casting a spell No one can stop what’s already begun Worshipping darkness and Lucifer’s son. Raise your cup and praise the prince of darkness See the truth of the power within the beast And when the time has come The gates of hell shall open.