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Leather Black spine

Guarding the world from your shelf

Covered in the old dust

Are the secrets that you hold

Carved on thyself ?

Black as our stinking sinful souls

Rise again from the ancient dusk

Wear the horned red mask

trace the ancient evil sings

all around the shrine

Rituals of Black Magic

so Enigmatic

On this path you can’t turn back

Rituals of Black Magic

So weird and tragic

In this painful life

We’re not waiting afterlife

Line after line

I understand what you are

In the mists of time

Lost echoes of your words

Mighty, distinct and so cryptic

And so my grasp becomes so twisted

Rise again from the ancient dusk

Wear the horned red mask

trace the ancient evil sings

all around the shrine

Rituals of Black Magic

so Enigmatic

On this path you can’t turn back

Rituals of Black Magic

So weird and tragic

In this painful life

We’re not waiting afterlife