There is a place beyond the dreamworlds
Past the womb of night
Lying in wait beyond the barriers of light
Shunned by the living, cursed by the dead
Here's no peace, here's no peace

None within, none without
Skinned bare by daggers that never doubt
Timeless in wisdom, unbound in might
Holy Evil!

By trembling hands concealed
Yet by fearless ones revealed

There the blood of Abel impregnates the soil
In which hungry darkness dwells and serpents coil
So that plants may rise to bear the strangest fruit
For all of ye that hunger

Higher! Higher! Come on you sons of fire!
Daughters of the black moon
Practitioners of art most dire

Dance! Dance! In twisting, white-eyed trance
Let us praise the flowering darkness

Brush forth across the land of Nod ye wicked ones
Ye who wear the mark and hold the keys
Come now, let us worship
At the womb of blasphemies

Rivers of blood! Rivers of blood!
For the black earth's quenchless thirst
The offering must never cease
Until the last man has been slain
Upon the altar of Mefisto

Higher! Higher!Let's set the night on fire!
Black moon bear witness to our rite
Beneath the devil's pyre

Unchain, Set free, the flames of the Adversary!
Scorch the earth and devour all
That sifted from the ashes be

Hail! Hail! Thou who makes the cosmos wail!
In anguish as we fuck the world
And sodomize the god that failed

Cain! Cain! By thy blade let all god's men be slain!
Harvest now the fruits of death and set the night aflame!

Again!
Fire!

Gather! Gather! Raise the flames for so long scattered!
For aeons cursed, yet proud we stood
Our liberation all that mattered

It's time! It is time! The bells of Armageddon chime!
Rejoice ye now, oh hungry ones
Harvest time has come...