1. CULT TO BLACK SORCERY

The fear smell is spreading to the air
Bones tridents are raised
The cauldron's fire burns in profanation
The drums anounce the black witchery
With voices exhausted
We're summoning thy supreme lord
We summon the discord and damnation
We summon the rot and the blasphemy
Daggers with blood
Goblets exhaling the decadence's poison
The legion under the black banner is coming
Colecting more and more souls touched by the terror
In the penumbra, the pain arises
Arising the darkness and fire
Emanatind the infernal annoying
Ancient and maleficent spirits arise themselves
The casting consumes itself
The dark aliance between witches and demons
Human sacrifice and yelling profanation
The raise of the infernal supremacy consolidate themselves
Full clouds and red moon
Are seen in the sky through the flames
Vortex rips the ground, starting the pentagram's circle
Goat's horns are raised up and beheld
Thy Supreme Lord