The Price We Pay

Into the forest at night
The coven is meeting again
Hoarse chants reach the sky
Carrying four magick words

Under the sign of Saturn
The smell of incense fills the air
High trance among the trees
Dancing over the pentagram

Candles light the black throne
Where is seated the old goat
Feasting among offerings of flesh
His sarcastic laugh echoes long

And then we sign the unholy book
With blood and twisted names
To worship and to desecrate
This is the price we pay

Under the sight of the Moon
The seventh gate is opened now
Endless pleasures and carnal lust
The orgy is burning with heat from down

Alright!

Ride with the devil when the time is right
Obey the horned shape
Raise your hand and do his sign
Black flame marks the way

Follow the devil through the left paths
Without any gloom
Reconquer all you've left behind
The hour is coming soon

To be cursed!