Inquisition

In the cryptic shadows of the mystic full moon night,
echoes from the chanting hymns of darkness bray with might.
Here I stand in mountains where the pagan songs are sung,
Only to invoke the mighty ancient king of hell.
Satan, in the night we summan thee,
Chanting magic words of blasphemy.
Black mass in a lonesome cryptic land...
Worship of the black majestic throne!
Members of infernal worship gather in the night,
Serving Satan and his demons for the heathen rise.
Voices from a lonely forest honors natures ways,
In the form of ceremonies that invoke the king.