Sons of the God Satanas, lord of shadows, Raise your left hand; give the sign of the goat! I call upon demon thrones with these words: "My blood is yours king of mine... Lucifer". Black ritual knife in my hand held up high. I cut my flesh; slash my neck and my wrist. Oh! Shiny chalice slowly fills with my blood. Oh! Death is near, take me now lord of shadows... Dark mystic night sings, as I die songs that invoke fires form hell. Grieving in pain I slowly bleed as I caress wounds in my flesh. Enter my world of cryptic death; take your own life into the graves. I am the one that summons thee... lord of the night, master of death.
Sons of the God Satanas, lord of shadows, Raise your left hand; give the sign of the goat! I call upon demon thrones with these words: "My blood is yours king of mine... Lucifer". Black ritual knife in my hand held up high. I cut my flesh; slash my neck and my wrist. Oh! Shiny chalice slowly fills with my blood. Oh! Death is near, take me now lord of shadows... Dark mystic night sings, as I die songs that invoke fires form hell. Grieving in pain I slowly bleed as I caress wounds in my flesh. Enter my world of cryptic death; take your own life into the graves. I am the one that summons thee... lord of the night, master of death.
