Rituals Of Black Magic

Leather black spine
Guarding the world from your shelf
Covered in the old dust

Are the secrets that you hold
Carved on thyself?
Black as our stinking sinful souls

Rise again from the ancient dusk

Rise again from the ancient dusk
Wear the horned red mask
Trace the ancient evil sings
All around the shrine

Rituals of black magic
So enigmatic
On this path you can't turn back

Rituals of black magic
So weird and tragic
In this painful life
We're not waiting afterlife

Line after line
I understand what you are
In the mists of time
Lost echoes of your words
Mighty, distinct and so cryptic
And so my grasp becomes so twisted

Wear the horned red mask
Trace the ancient evil sings
All around the shrine

Rituals of black magic
So enigmatic
On this path you can't turn back

Rituals of black magic
So weird and tragic
In this painful life
We're not waiting afterlife