Border of the Forest

Far beyond the horizon
The night will be as red as antic pest
At the border of this forest
We will soon celebrate a cult of death
As fire redeems and blesses
These flames will purify this black mass
The participants are undressed
Come forth the priest who starts the rite

Hail to the cult of death
Hail to the lust

Worshippers of the pentagram
Awaiting this sacred ritual
Blasphemies on virgin's flesh
Will soon open the devil's gate
Evil spirit now rises from the land of funeration
His awakening, flames of hell
The light shines but nocturnal

Hail to the cult of death
Hail to the lust

Conjuring with warped words
Commanding the bleeding world
Destroying the Christian faiths
Putrid are the weak ones
Emergence of a new era
Annunciation of a new cult

The cult of death