Formless evil
Haunting the night
As we slaves of the horned one
To his black eternity
Visualize a veil of blasphemy
From the bottomless pit
To the nocturnal skies above
The whispering voice of death
Forces to follow
The black stream of eternity
Overwhelmed
By the world beyond
View colors never seen
Drowning in a shape
Of the one with the horns
Drawn with your ownest blood
The vision strong and pure
Eradicates the pain
Open the door to the inside
The abyss deep within the skin
As my blood drips to the floor
Become a God of negativity
Existence you bound to by life
Deny and obey
Bound to the sign of the pentagramm
Its the circle is the only order
Its elements give a form to shapeless
Death comes to pass
Born again in satan's embrace
