Possessed by legions of necromantic catalepsy
True horns of earthly redemption
An aphorism respected by the old laws
From Hecate’s Gnostic tomb

Her apparition is a great sign
Vengeance for centuries of obscurity
Hell’s order as we guide
Temple walls made out of meteorite’s ash

From the hearts our lust prevail
In the morbid eyes of the skulls
We drink the open knowledge
And live Dionysian pleasure of the night

A raven descending at the gates
With its wings embracing the ancient spirit
Like a curse for the ones oppressed
The spirits rise from golden horns for a new age