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Profaning the sacraments to tear you from life

As a secret mass in the nightside cold

Burns the death candle only for you

Till I say your name with my split tongue

May my prayer be heard in hell

So loud, so sacred like a witches' spell

If you no longer walk the earth

No angel, no saint will lose a tear

May you never ascend

No star will shine for you on the firmament

Consecrated by the hallows of beyond

Your final doom will be now

A thousand voices sing the requiem

And reverberate through nine circles

Triumph, over your will -

To live

Obnoxious and grotesque, is -

This ceremony

With our, whole power, we carry you -

Into your grave

Resolute and determined -

We pray inverted psalms

May my prayer be heard in hell

So loud, so sacred like a witches' spell

If you no longer walk the earth

No angel, no saint will lose a tear

May you never ascend

No star will shine for you on the firmament

Consecrated by the hallows of beyond

Your final doom will be now

Decay, alone under unhallowed soil

Decay, forgotten under a nameless tombstone

The infernal silence calls your name

And the abysmal hands reach for you

See your realm of disgrace

Going down in flames

Prisoned in eternal black for the rest of all time

Triumph, over your will -

To live

Obnoxious and grotesque, is -

This ceremony

With our, whole power, we carry you -

Into your grave

Resolute and determined -

We pray inverted psalms

Our aim is your doom