Sacred Rites & Black Magick

Alone inside this cabin home under dark and moonless skies
In a sacrament of ancient magick I call upon the night
To bring me those for whom the silver blade were bore

A ritualistic death
By the blood of the feeble
Through sacred rites and black magick

In rivers of blood and in secrecy I am bound to an order aeons old

May my bow long bend to your will
And my blade sing your name
And the hearts of the ones written bleed
Whether it snow capped mountains high
Or in caverns deep and old
Under nights shaded black I will be

For now I walk in the shadow of fear to
Bring glory to the Dreadful one

Can you hear the fainting whispers of a maiden calling out
The names of the doomed
For when the night wind's gale streams gallantly through the leaves
And high stands a towering moon

A ritualistic death
By the blood of the feeble
Through sacred rites and black magick

In rivers of blood and in secrecy I am bound to an order aeons old