Flama Tenebrarum - Corpus Christii

Black candles burn

In the halls of blood

You are doom of returning to hell

The inverted cross

Of the unholy king

Is starting to rise burning

The flames of hell

Burn the angels

They fall down

At his feet

The pentagram

Light us the way

To blasphemy

The whitest snow

Full of blood

Is at my feet

The virgin’s blood

So pure