Belphegor the crosses made of bone

All they hold is sacred
All they consecrated
Corrupted and trampled
Lewd acts desecrated
The witch's hour
The devil's power
The affliction spreads
Blood soaked oaths
A permanent Kraft
Of eternal black
Let the impurity prevail
The crosses made of bone
In shallow graves of stone
The ravens pick the tombs
Sathan's hovering above the black mass
Twisted hymns
Forever be preached
Gospel of sickness
Height of madness reached
The witch's hour
The devil's power
Children's skulls and feet
Crushed and brewed
A permanent Kraft
Of eternal black
Let the impurity prevail
The crosses made of bone
In shallow graves of stone
The ravens pick the tombs
Sathan's hovering above the black mass