A Church in Ruin - Negative Plane

Looming shape against the sky, the ruin of a church

crumbling walls of decay, rotten wood painted black

Within these walls the Devil holds his mass,

souls and minds to the yawning black Abyss

Faces without eyes, they congregate in the chapel to pray

The priest of death starts the Lord Satan’s mass

Asmodeus… Baal-zebub…Astaroth…

Our souls are yours to take,

Burn

Kneeling down in front of the Goat and Mendes,

Burn a pentagram into the flesh of the child

The time has come for souls to be burned

seperate the flesh,

The fire awaits

Venerate the Lord of Flies

invert the ways of the Lord

invoke the names of the Beast

Offerings of flesh and blood,

screams of pain throw wide the gate

The swallowed souls fall to Hell,

denied the grace of the Holy Angels

Lucifer, Lord of Light

welcomes his children into the kingdom of fire

Even in death there is no escape

Sink down through the layers of the black slime of despair

The ritual is done and all that now remains is The rotten stench of burned innocent flesh