I drink the juices from an ocean of evil
I take the chalice to my salty lips...
Clogging my arteries and drowning my thoughts
I give my life - I give my soul
For Lord Satan
The vessel of my flesh - ripe for hate's pickings
The black mark engraved on my livid skin
Blackened blood flows from my veins
So sweet - warm are the juices...
Of the pentagram of my Father
Wrap my soul in grotesque visages
I fall limp into the pit of the Earth
My eyes burn - burn so deep, so cold
Burn my corpse in tribute to my perverse memory
A grave of flesh built of tortured victims
And an evil which watches over my grave
Where the air freezes...