Ceremony کے بول

Down in the dark woods by the fire There are standing thirteen men A circle of candles where the humans Sacrifice lies within If the wind blows right And the moon glows bright You can hear them whisper And the victims desperate screams... Oh ceremony When the moon tells them To worship the unholy lord Oh ceremony When the doom tells them To believe in the unholy lord Time has come, the master Removes his pitch-black mask The servants cross their torches While he sharpens the sickle of death Lightning strikes Get the victim and the grail! Thunderstruck Now he cuts the victims veins...