The Black Mass

Through the corridors of darkness, on the wings of mans

desire,

Conjured by the soulless ones at the everlasting fire.

Borne on waves of insanity from mans primeval past,

The mantra of the tumult has awakened him at last.

Drawing near in the gloom comes the twilight of all

shame,

The ravens of night have flown away to set Valhalla

aflame.

For too long now the right hand gods have fought between

themselves,

With paths that lead to paradise from this demented

world.

This is the age, the age of Satan, now that the twilight

is done,

Now that Satan has come.

Blue velvet shrouds the altar, black candles pierce the

dark,

The skulls of the unbelievers peer sightless, bleached

and stark.

The inverted cross of burnished gold the burial urns of

light,

The pungent smell of incense wafts out into the night.

This is the age, the age of Satan, now that the twilight

is done,

Now that Satan has come.