Sabbat - 13 Candles Lyrics


Setting thirteen candles on the circle of the spell,

Receiving a spirit of witch,

Graceful mask of witch,

My evil soul crosses the unblessed nature,

I love her on the bed of blazing Pentagram:

My evil soul can touch only, pet witch spirit,

She looks for my sweet evil,

I get myself into delight,

Oh for the greatest my art,

Lights of thirteen candles dance in the pleasure for hate:

Drink up voice of love,

Harmonies of lustful love,

Give me the melodies of illusion with your orgasms...

Unbelievable blood dwells,

Into my deathmask,

Chorus of ruin,

In the bewitching hour...

More beautiful, under the spell,

More hateful, in the bewitching spell,

More sorrowful, with the possessed lust,

More burnyful, in the frozen death...

...Spiritual...