Strange Rites of Evil - Abysmal Grief

The night is crawling faster

Devouring the latest lights

Enshrouding and suppressing

The breaths of all feeble lives

Disciples of desecrations

Will meet in the appointed place

Evokers of mournful torments

With the power of the Spell

Devoted to strange rite

The celebrant in front of the altar

Repeating hypnotic words

The audience stands in silence

And sits at his command

An old woman is singing shrilly

The hymns for request

Devoting her soul and body

To the Master of Hell

Devoted to strange rite