Fane Of The Clandestine کے بول

Offer! I offer unto you This blood that's been spilled upon an Altar made of ash and bone I cry out and fall before thy throne By candlelight the demons summoned me Through a thick haze of incense smoke I saw their faces becoming clear “Draw me closer to your hellish flames! ” We joined as one and chanted this black prayer " May we here, together in this temple Hidden by fog and shrouded in ivy Destroy the hope of the righteous And conquer our holy enemy May no light ever pierce the walls of our spirit May no holy words be uttered by our lips May no Abrahamic blood be left upon the Earth May we forever dwell in our darkened fane " I chanted these black words for all to hear In their grasp now, our spirits ever joined