Rituals Of Black Magic کے بول

Leather black spine Guarding the world from your shelf Covered in the old dust Are the secrets that you hold Carved on thyself? Black as our stinking sinful souls Rise again from the ancient dusk Rise again from the ancient dusk Wear the horned red mask Trace the ancient evil sings All around the shrine Rituals of black magic So enigmatic On this path you can't turn back Rituals of black magic So weird and tragic In this painful life We're not waiting afterlife Line after line I understand what you are In the mists of time Lost echoes of your words Mighty, distinct and so cryptic And so my grasp becomes so twisted Wear the horned red mask Trace the ancient evil sings All around the shrine Rituals of black magic So enigmatic On this path you can't turn back Rituals of black magic So weird and tragic In this painful life We're not waiting afterlife