I drink the juices from an ocean of evil I take the chalice to my salty lips... Clogging my arteries and drowning my thoughts I give my life - I give my soul For Lord Satan The vessel of my flesh - ripe for hate's pickings The black mark engraved on my livid skin Blackened blood flows from my veins So sweet - warm are the juices... Of the pentagram of my Father Wrap my soul in grotesque visages I fall limp into the pit of the Earth My eyes burn - burn so deep, so cold Burn my corpse in tribute to my perverse memory A grave of flesh built of tortured victims And an evil which watches over my grave Where the air freezes...