A call howls through grave markers old
A rapture 'neath a fullmoon cold
Crawling feral in lustful prostration
Brought forth this night in blessed adoration
For the son of the earth must pay his due
As we write together in a sanguinary hue
Sing! Sing! Sing! Lord of wild we praise!
Sing! Sing! For our lust and sin
Sing! Sing! Are only yours to raise
Sing! Sing! Born of stars and fire!
As flesh becomes entwined again
In thunder, lightning or betwixt rain
When day and night become as one
Battles and wars, so many lost and won
Neither fair or foul, nor foul or fair
Shrouded in this fog and foul air
Vile foul air!
Unholy pa**ion the tempest brings
As the lust consumes and a terror sings
A ba*tard born of the earth son's scourge
Their lies and valour a falsehood to purge