A Church In Ruin

Looming shape against the sky, the ruin of a churchcrumbling walls of decay, rotten wood painted blackWithin these walls the Devil holds his mass,souls and minds to the yawning black AbyssFaces without eyes, they congregate in the chapel to prayThe priest of death starts the Lord Satan's massAsmodeus...Baal-zebub...Astaroth...Our souls are yours to take,BurnKneeling down in front of the Goat and Mendes,Burn a pentagram into the flesh of the childThe time has come for souls to be burnedseperate the flesh,The fire awaitsVenerate the Lord of Flies invert the ways of the Lordinvoke the names of the BeastOfferings of flesh and blood,screams of pain throw wide the gateThe swallowed souls fall to Hell,denied the grace of the Holy AngelsLucifer, Lord of Lightwelcomes his children into the kingdom of fireEven in death there is no escapeSink down through the layers of the black slime of despairThe ritual is done and all that now remains isThe rotten stench of burned innocent flesh