PRELIMINARY INVOCATION

He sold his soul out for a feast
The power of christ compels you
He falls down to his knees
Too many secrets he can’t keep
Fuckin' with the greater evil
He won’t ever get to sleep
It took satan to find god
He thought he had no demons but
His demons swim far
May god have mercy on your soul
Cos if there’s one thing that I know
Is that you won’t go down alone

Opportunities or hilarity
The priest decides to save your life
He knows no hospitality
In the morgue on amphetamine
Fuck I think I’m faded I’m not in a dream
Opportunities or hilarity
Thе priest decides to savе your life
He knows no hospitality
In the morgue on amphetamine
Fuck I think I’m faded I’m not in a dream

Thee I invoke, the hornless one
Thee, that didst create the Earth and the heavens
Thee that didst create the night and day
Thee that didst create the darkness and the light
Thou hast distinguished between the just and unjust
Thou didst make the female and the male
Thou didst produce the seed and the fruit
Thou didst form men to love one another
And to hate one another
Thou didst produce the moist and the dry
And that which nourisheth all created life
Hear me and make all spirits subject unto me
So that every spirit of the firmament and of the ether
Upon the earth and under the earth, On dry land and in the water
Of whirling air and of rushing fire
And of every spell and scourge of god may be obedient unto me
I invoke thee, the terrible and invisible god
Who dwells in the void place of the spirit

Opportunities or hilarity
The priest decides to save your life
He knows no hospitality
In the morgue on amphetamine
Fuck I think I’m faded I’m not in a dream
Opportunities or hilarity
The priest decides to save your life
He knows no hospitality
In the morgue on amphetamine
Fuck I think I’m faded I’m not in a dream

I do innovate and conjure thee, o spirit
And being with power armed from the supreme majesty
I do strongly command thee, by Beralanensis, Baldachiensis
Paumachia and Apologiae Sedes, by the most powerful princes
Genii, Liachidae, and Ministers of the Tartarean Abode
And by the chief prince of the seat of apologia in the ninth legion
I do invoke thee, and by invocating conjure thee

Opportunities or hilarity
The priest decides to save your life
He knows no hospitality
In the morgue on amphetamine
Fuck I think I’m faded I’m not in a dream
Opportunities or hilarity
The priest decides to save your life
He knows no hospitality
In the morgue on amphetamine
Fuck I think I’m faded I’m not in a dream