Enlightenment Process

Open Pandora's Box of evil

Summon something dark

As black ash falls from the skies

Overture of things to come

Incantations shall invoke the Octagon

Prepare innocent virgin offerings

Blood sacrifices must be made

In order to create darkness

From the darkness rises a son

A son that will rule the Earth

With the Octagon

Twisting your mind with horrors

Beaten, starving, dying

It is too late, you know it now

You made the wrong choices, you opposed

Now you are waiting for your turn

Naked, humiliated, fear of death

As queues to the slaughterhouse grow

The Octagon shines like never before

Incantations shall invoke the Octagon

Prepare innocent virgin offerings

Blood sacrifices must be made

In order to create darkness

From the darkness rises a son

A son that will rule the Earth

With the Octagon