Invoke The Wicked

Under the sign of the moon
At midnight’s fall
The high priestess put the ceremonial cloak
The virgin lays down on the altar
Her body is covered by oils
Of ancient rituals of old
Which secrets remain untold

She then close her eyes
Embracing her demise
The candles are lighted
And they start the rite
The pentagram is burning bright
Their chants echoes through the night
Her mind is no longer hers
She's now possessed and cursed

Tonight they will celebrate in sin
Tonight they will release the evil within
Tonight they will dance around the pentagram
Tonight they will offer their souls to satan

The dagger falls through her heart
Her blood flows upon the altar
The chalice is raised skyward
To celebrate the arcane arts
The sun rises and the spirits flee
To places where mortal eyes cannot see