Cultes des Ghoules - Idylls Of The Chosen Damned lyrics

Old, dreary old monastery Saints cursed it in the obscure past A place of d**h and adultery Heavy rain washes the dust But there's never dust on its door Blood-spots on its walls and its floor When the flute plays the obscene themes And your pentagram unholy gleams When your clothes bite your skin Satan's voice mutes your spleen To the Devil we raise our lustful calling This blood we spill to manifest His power The night is cut with the bell's infernal tolling We worship you since the awakening hour Naked c*nt on the altar and the head of the betrayer To thee O Dark Lord goes our faithful prayer Tou - the mighty Word of sedition You're the spark of divine transition You're the blood of anti-light opposition We're your fist to crush the holy apparition When you hear a banshee's crying And Satan's voice strong and undying His kingdom calls upon the chosen few When the moon is bright and silver blue We pray the evil prayer that never dies Making love to the Protector of Seasons Night's cold air is warmed with our sight We drank of their wine to mute the reasons And unlock the terror that rides the midnight skies We are Thine, O Satan, called to your dominions