The Grey Stone Monument

Like shades we walk through the cold mist of the night Silently, holding our torches in hand In black robes we walk to the sacred ancient place We are gathered here before the grey stone monument As the burning stars align high in the night sky The swirling clouds uncover the rising comet Candle flames enlighten the altar of blood We call to the ancient gods of the abyss Priests of the darkest horror Necromancers of forbidden art This is the ancient arcana May the dead rise and smell the inscence Lighten the fires, the ritual begins Invoke the forgotten names on the top of the mountains We raise our daggers high to the sky Glistening cold and sharp in the full moon light We kneel before the throne of the serpent We eat from the forbidden fruits (flesh of the gods) We drink from the chalice with venomous wine Mesmerized we grant the visions from the fires Shadows dancing over the burning sigils on the stone The incense awaken the spirits beyond this world From beneath the floating rock the earth starts to tremble The Serpent God arises from the depths