The Scars Of The Martyrs

Darkness...consecration of malevolence, slipping from the
misty woods beyond the kingdom of light. These spawns of
infamy I released, for this is my will to punish this race
of weakness with its most feared anguish.

By the four winds I bring them the stench of death, the
scent of their defunct kings rotten under sunlight. By
the earth I bring the divine pestilence, plague of
flies.

By this night I have summoned the forces, evil ethereal,
King! Spirit immortal!
In this obscurity my blind sacrifice is greater. The souls
glimmer horrified, blaming the blood that falls from
my wounds...

By the sea I summon the great Serpent Lord who shall
devour their flesh. By fire... BaalZebud witness my
loyalty, this obscene reverence to the dark throne.

By such an act of affliction, I gave my hatred the
seed to breed the mightiest fiend of the unholy creation.
My only hate an disgust feed the impossible existence of
the soul... by these rites of darkness may my will be
marked... on their skin...
Blind Deamons! May your rein shines in the night of my spell!
May the scarlet offering be your feasting mead!