When you feel the darkness calling out your name Don't try to fight the power surge Don't you laugh for this is not a game You're powerless, don't resist the urge So many black hearts answering the call Legions of the musically possessed Congregations joining in our free-for-all Unleashing all the rage they've repressed Come to us, succumb to lust Give in to the ministry of sin You know the drill, do as you will Dance like the demons of the din All will yearn for our nocturne The dawning of our cult is at hand Come and pray, we know the way Bow to the tempo of the damned We are all leaders of the horde Keeper of the apes of wrath Heed the call of the volume, LordHigh priest of the bloodbath Serve unto us, surrender us your souls Rewards you will receive And when the tempo has taken control Even the heretic's will believe Come to us, succumb to lust Give in to the ministry of sin You know the drill, do as you will Dance like the demons of the din All will yearn for our nocturne The dawning of our cult is at hand Come and pray, we know the way Bow, bow, bow to the tempo of the damned
When you feel the darkness calling out your name Don't try to fight the power surge Don't you laugh for this is not a game You're powerless, don't resist the urge So many black hearts answering the call Legions of the musically possessed Congregations joining in our free-for-all Unleashing all the rage they've repressed Come to us, succumb to lust Give in to the ministry of sin You know the drill, do as you will Dance like the demons of the din All will yearn for our nocturne The dawning of our cult is at hand Come and pray, we know the way Bow to the tempo of the damned We are all leaders of the horde Keeper of the apes of wrath Heed the call of the volume, LordHigh priest of the bloodbath Serve unto us, surrender us your souls Rewards you will receive And when the tempo has taken control Even the heretic's will believe Come to us, succumb to lust Give in to the ministry of sin You know the drill, do as you will Dance like the demons of the din All will yearn for our nocturne The dawning of our cult is at hand Come and pray, we know the way Bow, bow, bow to the tempo of the damned
