Now we shall guide you
To the somber depths below
On a path covered in witches' burrs
Into this silent hollow
Where dwells no holy light
There breathes only the gloom
And a desolate wind that chants
The hymn of many a demon

Light the candles unsanctified
And witness the shadows lament
For these wraiths, they appear to mourn
But not for the accursed living

Those who seek the path of cessation
Will find solace among these lesser graves
And the remains of bone and rust
Haunted by the specter of all endings

The gates of hell shall open
For the one who dies
Before this altar
Of mould and blood

O', great Lucifer
We commit our flesh in sacrifice
Within this irreverent temple
Unmarred by the light of God
Unto this, our final altar
Unblessed by mould and blood