they say these rites are dangerous they say we are insane i m only here to help you fraternize with cain it s a black mass and i m ready to go the dagger has been stained we ll call the demons you ve dreamed about and soar the cosmic plane the magic cup is passing from the high priest s learned hand the enchanted one is sending magnetic thought commands there s a circle forming in my mind as we invoke the devil s name the pentagram and the stars have aligned with words that chill the brain they say these rites are dangerous they say we are insane i m only here to help you fraternize with cain it s a black mass and i m ready to go the dagger has been stained we ll call the demons you ve dreamed about and soar the cosmic plane