The sky turns black and the full Moon rises We are under the domination of the forces of dark The morbid winds are cold and wicked announcing sorcery The intention intensifies for our acts of bestiality With every step taken I whisper the words of evocation To the master of the throne of bones I ask the permission We burn black candles and salute the lords of death Walked to the left of the cemetery Surrounded by the black vibration of mighty dead A black goat screams and the bells toll The fermented drunk and the weed is burn in fire I Don't know what's real or fantasy, my souls is take higher A sepulchral voice speaks in my ear giving me it's sign I scratch him on the ground with my blood As it's show in my troubled mind I say the words of spell and he walks towards me I offered a bloody sacrifice at your feet He told me a secret and pointed a direction Wirth the smell sulfur is given the permission I open the way ringind the bell I sing an unholy prayer to the masters hell Wherever an eye, everywhere a spectral crowd deep darkness takes over I'm guided by the wind so cold I come across the tomb of damn, I see his soul in torment You will be an astral vampire and bring chaos at every moment I open your grave and I can hear you trying to breath Writhes and screams in his coffin rising the putrid stench