Morte

Blood
come to my throne
Evil reels inside your mind
Your life is filled

with Pagan worship
Vultures circle around
the Black Pool
Dancing in the ritual

Spilling the warm blood of a lamb
Forgotten lies
Christ
Your soul is turning black

...black
The black shrine
is hidden
In a cave of stinking moss

Blood
Monk is kneeling
At his black altar
He lights the kindling fire

And chants so silently
He whispers bestial rites
Now your unholy deeds
are done

Return to your rotting Master
Blood
your soul forever
will burn

In the flames of Sodom...
Dancing in the ritual
Spilling the lamb's blood
Blood
you're God

You're God
Blood
Standing around fire
Praying to your savior

Trinkets desire
Blood come...
Blood Monk

Come to the throne of blood
Come to the throne...