The Pentagram Burns — Satyricon

Freedom, urge, faith – and deeper he falls Hatred, rage, fear – the stronger denial Anger, heat, lust – the higher he climbs Slave – the shackles are off Act – Do it your way Horns – the abyss ascends

Now gather the earth It's the coming of the Dark Lord All tribes unite This is the rite of our cross

Viewing, judging, killing – A formula known Fading, paling, rotting – A story too old Wielding, might, just – Now throw me the fight Glowing, thriving, winning – The truth will be told