Daemons dance with creatures from darkened fane
Donned in vestments of evocative bane
The world catches but a glimpse of Hell
As robed phantoms utter omnipotent words of spell
Nightmares come alive in joy and in dread
We remain amused at the teeming masses as dusk
enfolds the land
The Gates creek open with echoing voices
Rising up from The Abyss only we understand
Our tenebrious creations come to be!
In spectral visions again set free
So hear the tolling of the bell
The Sabbath is here, I wish you well!