Pope Of The Black Arts lyrics

Spells of the spirit world, spoken by me Black mass in the dark forests, Only shadows to be seen Controlled by the pope of the black arts Oh, master Hear my voice and make him bleed Satan Master Here is the victim... Come to me and make my vengeance pure Oh, you really are the saviour, Creator of all The horned one Oh master, this i only ask from you, Make him bleed!