Where The Devil Spoke

The towers of the palace are rising to the sky

And disappear into the dark fog

Demonic and heavy atmosphere

Is resting above this place

The stone floor of the lowest chamber

And a heavy altar of sacrifice

Once intoxicated by blood

When offered the purest sacrifice

Young child dressed in white

Takes the body and blood of Christ

"be one with your Lord

for soon your blood will flow..."

Ritual-dagger meets the flesh

Weak heart beats for the last time

Severed head on a silver plate

The Devil's mass may begin

Black wafers in the name of Satan

Cup of blood risen high

Come forth master of darkness

And talk to me through the mouth of the dead

Bloody and sadistic mass

In the dark times of the middle ages

The night wind still remembers that mass

Where the Devil spoke