Testo di The Ritual

Incantations rise from shrouded Faces in the night As plumes of smoke dance In candelabra's light It is time Beneath the mournful shadows of the trees A haze of incense swirls And casts its stench upon the breeze Rising to the sky with chants Of praise and ecstasy The ritual has begun Bring forth the cursed knife And raise the ancient key on high Touch not its gilded surface For it contains the blood of christ Now spill the blood upon the earth Within the master's evil sign And plunge the knife into the star of Diabolical design Gaze in wonder as it drinks Our sanguinary offering Hear the infernal wail as The master begins to rise Swelling up from festering slime, Sinews crack and snap together, Tendons entwine A putrid rebirth of unholiest kind Feel the blistering heat emitting From the wretched flames Frothing forth the night As the master usurps the ancient key With a chilling shriek of pure delight Bow your heads and praise his name The master has returned again Sanguinary ritual. Sanguinary rites.