Testi:
Barathrum

I hear evil voices Is this true ? Whispers, roars, cries and growls Voices deep from the depths I fly through the endless space and I feel the wind

Pain on my body Pain on my flesh Needles of steel Penetrate my skin Needles they sink in my skin Needles they spit black ink Skull, Death, flying creature

Ceremony of darkness Black magik sorcerer Performs his ritual to open the gate His spells and rites His jetblack mind Power of darkness in his hands

open wide the gates of heaven for me to enter i will go there to show no mercy for angels i will slay and mutilate and rape those heaven's creatures

Forest by night Dancing shadows Witches burn fire It is beltane Sanctissime colere beltane Sanctissime colere satanas Fullmoon so pale Like bones of

Pestilence, plague super virus, black death evil virus from hell rotten corpses everywhere Black death Sharp scythe of death swings and reaps epidemic

silence voice with whistle of the wind through dim nocturnal, misty air melancholic crying of the wind full of agony and despair those graves with those

Sixhundred and sixty six bloodless virgins They were found from under the melting snow The youth of those tormented pale maidens Was stolen for the purposes

Black goat whit silver horns Sick and preverted smile on face Virgin lies naked on the altar Before an inverted crucifix Goat above Goat below Goat