Deep in yout mind in a subconcious voice Eager to call, he who's guarding the gates Feast of evoking, he who comes from the depth Circle of Seance, in a trance of decay Mass for abyss, so it will be done Die! Only a soul, is worth his affection Giving your life, his only need And at the gate the Master is waiting Come, kneel and beg for his grace One out of all has the privilege of approval The rest remains dwelling through the crypts of knowledge Fighting the poowers of forgiveness, remain an evil black soul Only a soul, is worth his affection Giving your life that's all he needs Circle of seance, not one soul will awake Eager to call, mass for abyss And at the gate the Master was waiting Only one of all had the priviledge of power The rest is there to die a thousand deaths
