Eight times the moon came to watch my work
Meddling by the treacheries of my house
The foul air is firing my soul
Euphoric, i’m on your side
‘wait ‘til the day to sleep in your wombs
Apeased by the dripping of your blood
You’re my food, you’re my cradle
You’re my food, you’re my cradle

No more the only one
To benefit from your corpse
The devil himself sent his servants
Grubs, flies, worms grow around us
No more the only one
To benefit from my soul
The devil himself sent his servants
The devil himself sent his servants

In the clamminess of the room
Your silence gradually tunes
To the thousand crawlings
Your corpse generates
Dark clouds fill the room
Dark clouds fill my soul
The devil himself sent his servants
The devil himself sent his servants

Raise a pentagram of flesh

This is your flesh this is your blood
I need an altar to praise our union, our force

I’ll build with your remains a pentagram of flesh

I need an altar to praise our union, our force

Raise! a pentagram of flesh!

Praise!

Awaken from the dead, transcending god’s law
Your fury gradually breaks off this pentagram of flesh

I am your master, giving you death then life

I am a devil’s servant, you are an evil creation

Dark clouds fill the room dark clouds fill my soul

The splendour of your fury, the strength of your anger
As you are my only cult, i invoke your deadly birth

A demon wrought by hate, despair and fantasy

Penetrate the filthy circle, i invoke your deadly birth

Come on take my hand embrass me