Ceremony

Down in the dark woods by the fire
There are standing thirteen men
A circle of candles where the humans
Sacrifice lies within
If the wind blows right
And the moon glows bright
You can hear them whisper
And the victims desperate screams...

Oh ceremony
When the moon tells them
To worship the unholy lord
Oh ceremony
When the doom tells them
To believe in the unholy lord

Time has come, the master
Removes his pitch-black mask
The servants cross their torches
While he sharpens the sickle of death
Lightning strikes
Get the victim and the grail!
Thunderstruck
Now he cuts the victims veins...