Malicious Rites — Baptism

This world is only rot Only burning light I feel? I remember falling Somewhere inside the elders sing their discordial poetry I see? here is the promised flesh, tainted

Our souls are burning In this baptism of the serpent night In ecstasy of the obscure and perverted Your wings are burning in hell's fire In the primitive hall of Evil

With these hands I destroy Those shadows I follow These pathetic humans I hate This body of mine I shall sacrifice Malicious rites

Strongly possessed to the Left Hand Path All these live to honour you, Satan You are made of us, I see it clearly now All this disgusting ugliness Only to build a new un-dead ritual Temples of un-equilibrium