Leather black spine
Guarding the world from your shelf
Covered in the old dust
Are the secrets that you hold
Carved on thyself?
Black as our stinking sinful souls
Rise again from the ancient dusk
Rise again from the ancient dusk
Wear the horned red mask
Trace the ancient evil sings
All around the shrine
Rituals of black magic
So enigmatic
On this path you can't turn back
Rituals of black magic
So weird and tragic
In this painful life
We're not waiting afterlife
Line after line
I understand what you are
In the mists of time
Lost echoes of your words
Mighty, distinct and so cryptic
And so my grasp becomes so twisted
Wear the horned red mask
Trace the ancient evil sings
All around the shrine
Rituals of black magic
So enigmatic
On this path you can't turn back
Rituals of black magic
So weird and tragic
In this painful life
We're not waiting afterlife
