the towers of the palace are rising to the sky and disappear into the dark fog demonic and heavy atmosphere is resting above this place the stone floor of the lowest chamber and a heavy altar of sacrifice once intoxicated by blood when offered the purest sacrifice young child dressed in white takes the body and blood of christ be one with your lord for soon your blood will flow ritualdagger meets the flesh weak heart beats for the last time severed head on a silver plate the devil s mass may begin black wafers in the name of satan cup of blood risen high come forth master of darkness and talk to me through the mouth of the dead bloody and sadistic mass in the dark times of the middle ages the night wind still remembers that mass where the devil spoke