Malicious Rites

This world is only rot

Only burning light

I feel? I remember falling

Somewhere inside the elders sing their discordial poetry

I see? here is the promised flesh, tainted

Our souls are burning

In this baptism of the serpent night

In ecstasy of the obscure and perverted

Your wings are burning in hell's fire

In the primitive hall of Evil

With these hands I destroy

Those shadows I follow

These pathetic humans I hate

This body of mine I shall sacrifice

Malicious rites

Strongly possessed to the Left Hand Path

All these live to honour you, Satan

You are made of us, I see it clearly now

All this disgusting ugliness

Only to build a new un-dead ritual

Temples of un-equilibrium