Crowley saw his master come on a horse of fire. With demons at his side and black hordes behind he saw the world in flames. The gods laid in their blood, the cruel hand of evil catch this blue hall.
This is the dawn of evil. The age of the serpent will begin.
Flames of darkness burn the virgin soul. Fire of torture cruel and cold as ice come to the sacrifice for the black lord. Feel his evil power and hail him to the end. The priests of the unknown on their crusade of pain. Wirth flames of darkness in their bloody hands. They will come to the sacrifice to hail the new lord but they will die. The moon is shining, black clouds are coming. Smell the demons breathe the master of the underworld will bring the eternal death. He will drink your blood like water. Will scatter all your bones, will rip out your entrails. Be the sacrifice for the black lord.
Bloodstone, the altar of evil Bloodstone, the altar of sin Bloodstone, the master of the underworld arrives.
This stone is your grave, feel the pain. Nobody will save you. The wicked place of the black cult will be your deathbed. The seven gates of hell are opened by the black lord. Rotting flesh is coming out of their graves.
But then white lightnings crashing in the altar of sin. The pile is burning, the flesh is screaming. This is the demons breathe. The battle of gods and evil comes to it's end. The wight light gods, today they are victorious but the unholy priests will stand for a new fight and than once again they will praise and preach the dawn of evil.