Paroles: Blasphemy. Live Ritual, Friday The 13th. Weltering in Blood.

A darkened soul captive of the spell
Bloody seizures festering in pain
Bombing angels the reign of blood 'til death
Camoflauged in the stench of human misery
Chanting the prayer of no return
Called by a whisper soon shrouded in blood
Obdurate feelings a black heart will thrive
Fumigated in a war for one's lust
Not just bathing, but weltering in blood
Obeisance to the majesty of sin
A forewarning of the ritual of blood
Evolving from deliverance of the womb
Chanting the prayer of no return
Called by a whisper soon shrouded in blood
Obdurate feelings a black heart will thrive
Fumigated in a war for one's lust
Changing of the tide Black moon will rise
A loss of all control And weltering in blood
Morbid fear of long forgotten panic
Eroding into the eternity of sin
Breaking the echo of silence like death
A scripture of the blood written chapter
Religious hate Death destruction
Annihilation Weltering in blood