Lyrics Gospel of the Horns

Gospel of the Horns

The Rites Of Demonic Possession

Instantly I sleep, joined by my infernal allies

On behalf of the magician, make me strong

Dividing the thoughts of realism and individualism

Frozen are my lips as I taste the perfume of blasphemy

Thwart the non-believers in this room of mysticism

Symptoms of possession in this silent night

"Scandal, imperialism, as I join the demonic underground,

I challenge all my faiths with the lusting for knowledge."

The rites of demonic possession

"The night is long and this night

We shall ride with the horses of apocalypse

As we join our master (Sathanas) in the abyss."

I begin my voyage to immortality

I confront my own fears and inhibitions

Charge this knife, oh carry me beyond

Enticing and weaving to achieve the hidden secrets of occultism

Delving into the astral plane

Resurrecting once again with diabolic forms