Deep in your mind in a subconscious void

Eager to call he who's guarding the gates

Feast of evoking, down in my depths

Hellish provoking, and it comes from the depths

Circle of seance, in a trance of decay

Mass for abyss, so it will be done

Die! Only a soul is worth his affection

Giving your life, his only need

And at the gate the master is waiting

Come kneel and beg for his grace

One out of all has the privilege of approval

The rest remains dwelling and dwelling for evermore

Once a soul was risen

Dwelling through the crypts of knowledge

Fighting the powers of forgiveness

Remain an evil black soul

Only a soul, is worth his affection

Giving your life, all that he needs

Circle of seance, not one soul will awake

Eager to call, mass for abyss

And at the gate the master was waiting

Only one soul kneeled for his grace

One out of all had the privilege of power

The rest is there to die a thousand deaths