Paroles:
Opera Ix Black Opera Symphoniae Mysteriorum In Lauden Tenebrarum

the ninth key" I think their sound and technique In the intensity of powers The ninth evoked energy was waiting for us Beyond the black

Fall low into silence and fill up your mental calix with black substance of nothing Burn 3 blood candles and breath the dense fumes of Gorgio Enter the

sits on the big black throne I mesmerize my soul To fly along the dusty paths of Acheron Looking for the magic circle of the black ring Toth Amon, prince

celebrate the umpteenth passage ritual A new baptism in a space without time Tisipnon, fury of the occult power, is waiting for me To deliver me the black