In the old house
The ritual is about to begin
In the candlelight
Calling the forces of darkness
A young woman is bound
Has been chosen as the victim
The cold iron of the knife shines< br/>A shallow grave dug in the basement
Evil priest, witch master
Your time here you will live as lords
Evil priest, witch master
In judgment your soul will be taken by that great traitor
Splatters of blood stain your robes
When you kill your victim with a ritual knife
The smell of sulfur fills the air
The Lord of this world has arrived
The mass of the cult of darkness falls silent
The innocent victim is hidden in the multi