Lost canticle of a crumbled cult
Voices praying the darkest flame inside
Of the soul
Awake, unholy forces!
Guardians of the weak human
Flesh
So I shall become
As mighty as you, shining by a gloomy
Light

Forceful, your strength and mine will become as one
Into a natural, excellent
Perfection
Come forth, hordes of the osbscurest powers
A pact is now sworn in blood
Crushing the multiplex faces of God
Breathing the real divine essence

In this empty and dark hall
I now evoke you to fill my soul
Bless me with your ancient knowledge
Give me the gift that only immortal ones can receive
Dead stars are now screaming your names
Drawing from the void their power

Filling the space with viscous beams of black light
Swallowing anything in their way
Sons of the impurest flames rising again
From deep beds under a putrid soil
Flesh now returned back to life
United in death, wedded to darkness