Three shrouded figures stand in gloom, Above the altar in the room. The candles flicker in a row, To light the paths where spirits go. Chorus Rams and skulls upon the stone, Gathered in the dark alone. Glowing sigil shining bright, Ruling over endless night. The pentagram burns clear and high, Beneath the heavy, silent sky. Horns of power, empty eyes, Bound by ancient, sacred ties. Chorus Rams and skulls upon the stone, Gathered in the dark alone. Glowing sigil shining bright, Ruling over endless night. Bridge Silence falls across the rite, As shadows swallow up the light.
