Pope Of The Black Arts Lyrics

Gloomy Grim Pope Of The Black Arts

Spells of the Spirit World, spoken by me
Black Mass in the Dark Forests,
Only Shadows to be seen
Controlled by the Pope of the Black Arts
Oh, Master
Hear my voice and make him bleed

Satan
Master
Here is the victim...
Come to me and make my vengeance pure

Oh, You really are the saviour,
Creator of All
The Horned One
Oh Master, this I only ask from you,

MAKE HIM BLEED!