The Black Mass

In nomine dei nostri Satanas Luciferi excelsi

Shamhamforash

Through the corridors of darkness

On the wings of man's desire

Conjured by the soulless ones

At the everlasting fire

Borne on waves of insanity

From man's primeval past

The mantra of the tumult

Has awakened him at last

Drawing near in the gloom

Comes the twilight of all shame

The ravens of night have flown away

To set Valhalla aflame

For too long now the right hand gods

Have fought between themselves

With paths that lead to paradise

From this demented world

Oh, this is the age, the age of Satan

Oh, now that the twilight is done

Oh, now that Satan has come

Blue velvet shrouds the altar

Black candles pierce the dark

The skulls of the unbelievers

Peer sightless, bleached and stark

The inverted cross of burnished gold

The burial urns of light

The pungent smell of incense

Wafts out into the night

This is the age, the age of Satan

Oh, now that the twilight is done

Oh, now that Satan has come

Oh, this is the age, the age of Satan

Oh, now that the twilight is done

Oh, now that Satan has come