Spectres of the Blood Moon Sabbath

Behold the phantom gathering - an outpouring of sin

Where the air is still, the cries are shrill, the dances widdershins

Among carnal depravity, the sisterhood conspire

As they cast the bloody crucifix into the fire now

Rise up from the netherworld

On tridents impaled

The cracking of the devil's scourge

Servants of chaos, Satan prevails

Spectres of the blood moon sabbath

In Faustian sermons

Spectres of the blood moon sabbath

Feeding the flame in rotten perversion

They howl their morbid mantras as they haunt the misty glades

While the sudden flood of virgin blood decorates their blades

Carve out the eyes of purity, defile the divine

Strip the soul of sanctity and give in to the fire now

Rise up from the netherworld

On tridents impaled

The cracking of the devil's scourge

Servants of chaos, Satan prevails

Spectres of the blood moon sabbath

In Faustian sermons

Spectres of the blood moon sabbath

Feeding the flame in rotten perversion they

Kill

Becurse the holy sacrament - befoul the book of Christ

The coven bark, the matriarch anoints the staff of flight

Gaze into the otherside with spirits intertwined

Into realms of obscurity and one with the fire now

Rise up from the netherworld

On tridents impaled

The cracking of the devil's scourge

Servants of chaos, Satan prevails

Spectres of the blood moon sabbath

In Faustian sermons

Spectres of the blood moon sabbath

Feeding the flame in rotten perversion