casted out like dying seeds upon the ground single file our marches echo through the trees we left no crumbs of bread to lead our way back home again past the point of no returning should we please and we all sang the devils song and sank into the night saying god damn it might be wrong but at the time it all feels right and my my how time flies what are we living for and we all cried at least we tried and drank a little more we dawn our true born face and toss all masks aside among our sacred kin got nothing left to hide so pierce the flesh our sacrament begins to grow and one by one into the darkness we all go and by the black wing of the raven we take our flight hold true to the laws of the devils rite by the power of the sigil we made this pact as the children of cain as the souls of black as the fang of the serpent head of the ram consume almighty through the blood of the lamb with the star of the morning to bring us the light and the eyes of the fallen should it give us our sight to see our sight to see so pass the chalice of that bitter tasting wine were gowned from head to toe in all midnight attire this growing moon it leads us closer to the time so just hold that skull up high and dance around the fire and we all sang the devils song and sank into the night saying god damn it might be wrong but at the time it all feels right and my my how time flies what are we living for and we all cried at least we tried and drank a little more  so heres to knowledge we take from fruit progress with the heresy it stems from the root and heres to lies forgotten goodbyes may we all take a sip the almighty arise and chant with vigor find the truth with the cries of the night bring the final sooth and the star of the morning to bring us the light and the eyes of the fallen should it give us our sight to see already have we all been damned born of the blood that our god condemned shunned by the ones who set the standards of right with a skewed newer view of proverbial sleight it is we who went against the settling stone as the waters of the mass wash us down to the bone it is we the burdened by original sin who understand the weight of our fate let us begin so as we bask in the black new void of the night move past every last limitation from sight in the bleak of the soil where the seed is sewn if the remnants remain then the tree can grow if the spring should allow of the tree to flower well then the song of the seed only grows in power and the power of the song makes strong its calling cause the calling is the cry of the one whos fallen all hail to ye who we sing this song for through he we are free from bond all hail to ye who has made us free who brings light by of which we see all hail to the lightened mighty glow that of which brings the power to know all hail to enlightenment the knowledge will bring all hail to the lord that of which we sing so we shed all doubt for the hour has come praise be for the year is one we shed all doubt brought upon with fear praise be for the lord is here we shed all doubt for the lives we give praise be for the lord shall live and we shed all doubt you can hear his call for in the end it is judgement that defeats us all hail adrian hail satan his power shall grow stronger and stronger his life shall live longer and longer god is dead satan lives hail satan the year is one hail satan and we all sang the devils song and sank into the night saying god damn it might be wrong but at the time it all feels right and my my how time flies what are we living for and we all cried at least we tried and drank a little more