Inquisition Before The Symbol Of Satan We Vow And Praise
Praise the symbol of Satan's might, bow before the
darkest light
Hold the torch and chant with pride, as the bells chime
tonight we rise
Dancing in shadows, casting dark spells where the holy
ones hide
Mystical fire, shining on the altar of the ancient king
Enter the cult, follow the ways of the left hand path
Trample on the cross, praise the pentagram and all Hail
Satan
Bray the horns of shining bronze, songs for rites on full
moon nights
Far in lonesome woodland realms stands the temple of the
cult
Dancing in shadows, casting dark spells where the holy
ones hide
Mystical fire, shining on the altar of the ancient king
Enter the cult, follow the ways of the left hand path
Trample on the cross, praise the pentagram and all Hail
Satan
On the darkest mountain peaks where the black winds carry
me...
There I stand and sing this hymn to the sounds of
infernal bells
