Deep in yout mind in a subconcious voice

Eager to call, he who's guarding the gates

Feast of evoking, he who comes from the

depth

Circle of Seance, in a trance of decay

Mass for abyss, so it will be done

Die! Only a soul, is worth his affection

Giving your life, his only need

And at the gate the Master is waiting

Come, kneel and beg for his grace

One out of all has the privilege of approval

The rest remains dwelling through

the crypts of knowledge

Fighting the poowers of forgiveness, remain

an evil black soul

Only a soul, is worth his affection

Giving your life that's all he needs

Circle of seance, not one soul will awake

Eager to call, mass for abyss

And at the gate the Master was waiting

Only one of all had the priviledge of power

The rest is there to die a thousand deaths