Lyrics Gloomy Grim

Gloomy Grim

Pope Of The Black Arts

Spells of the Spirit World, spoken by me

Black Mass in the Dark Forests,

Only Shadows to be seen

Controlled by the Pope of the Black Arts

Oh, Master

Hear my voice and make him bleed

Satan

Master

Here is the victim...

Come to me and make my vengeance pure

Oh, You really are the saviour,

Creator of All

The Horned One

Oh Master, this I only ask from you,

MAKE HIM BLEED!