Negative Plane A Church In Ruin
Looming shape against the sky, the ruin of a church
crumbling walls of decay, rotten wood painted black
Within these walls the Devil holds his mass,
souls and minds to the yawning black Abyss
Faces without eyes, they congregate in the chapel to
pray
The priest of death starts the Lord Satan's mass
Asmodeus...Baal-zebub...Astaroth...
Our souls are yours to take,
Burn
Kneeling down in front of the Goat and Mendes,
Burn a pentagram into the flesh of the child
The time has come for souls to be burned
seperate the flesh,
The fire awaits
Venerate the Lord of Flies
invert the ways of the Lord
invoke the names of the Beast
Offerings of flesh and blood,
screams of pain throw wide the gate
The swallowed souls fall to Hell,
denied the grace of the Holy Angels
Lucifer, Lord of Light
welcomes his children into the kingdom of fire
Even in death there is no escape
Sink down through the layers of the black slime of
despair
The ritual is done and all that now remains is
The rotten stench of burned innocent flesh
