Crowley saw his master come on a horse of fire.

With demons at his side and black hordes behind

he saw the world in flames. The gods layed in their

blood, the cruely hand of evil catch this blue hall.



This is the dawn of evil. The age of the serpent

will begin.



Flames of darkness burn the virgin soul. Fire of torture

cruel and cold as ice come to the sacrifice for the black

lord. Feel his evil power and hail him to the end.

The priests of the unknown on their crusade of pain. Wirth

flames of darkness in their bloody hands. They will

come to the sacrifice to hail the new lord but

they will die.

The moon is shining, black clouds are coming. Smell the

demons breathe the master of the underworld will bring

the eternal death. He will drink your blood like water.

Will scatter all your bones, will rip out your entrails.

Be the sacrifice for the black lord.



Bloodstone, the altar of evil

Bloodstone, the altar of sin

Bloodstone, the master of the underworld arrives.



This stone is your grave, feel the pain. Nobody

will save you. The wicked place of the black cult

will be your deathbed. The seven gates of hell

are opened by the black lord. Rotting flesh is coming

out of their graves.



But then white lightnings crashing in the altar of sin.

The pile is burning, the flesh is screaming. This

is the demons breathe. The battle of gods and evil

comes to it's end. The wight light gods, today they are

victorious but the unholy priests will stand

for a new fight and than once again they will praise

and preach the dawn of evil.