The Rites Of Demonic Possession

Gospel of the Horns

Instantly I sleep, joined by my infernal allies
 On behalf of the magician, make me strong
 Dividing the thoughts of realism and individualism
 Frozen are my lips as I taste the perfume of blasphemy
 Thwart the non-believers in this room of mysticism
 Symptoms of possession in this silent night

 "Scandal, imperialism, as I join the demonic underground,
 I challenge all my faiths with the lusting for knowledge."

 The rites of demonic possession

 "The night is long and this night
 We shall ride with the horses of apocalypse
 As we join our master (Sathanas) in the abyss."

 I begin my voyage to immortality
 I confront my own fears and inhibitions
 Charge this knife, oh carry me beyond

 Enticing and weaving to achieve the hidden secrets of occultism
 Delving into the astral plane
 Resurrecting once again with diabolic forms