The Black Arts

Faithful servants invoke the lines
Gathering prayers for the signs
Fevered cries smash the walls
As the blood feeds the ancient call
Dark magic fills the night
Creatures summoned to kill the light
The stench of decay fills the air
Through eyeless sockets the dead stare

Raise the dead

Faithful servants invert the cross
Expel the heavens and raise the dead
Conjured spirits have now been fed
And to Satan your life is now lost
Dark magic fills the night
Creatures summoned to kill the light
The stench of decay fills the air
Through eyeless sockets the dead stare

Raise the dead

Life's blood pumps from the virgin's breast
Staining red her white flesh
Cold touch of steel penetrates the soul
And Lucifer laughs as he takes control
Black sky spilling chaos from the void
Release of blasphemies upon the earth
Burning stone as the incantations command
Unholy servants march from the pit

High priest raises the tip of the sword
To complete the rites to the ceremony
And Satan feeds on the hell in man's domain
Black light evil spells spread their force
Where is your God when you hear the masters roar?
We exile the bastard son from the soul of man
And repel the church with all of its lies
Your cross in flames and deity burns in unholy fire

Raise the dead
The black arts