- Abbot
Nothing could ever satisfy you
Nothing could ever mesmerize you
Death only could ever please you
Blood only could ever fill you
Worst are your very thoughts
Deep is your inside lust
Dark are your greedy actions
Black is your wicked soul
- Moon
Under the shine, sacred blood
Sinister eye, of the space
Emanation, flight of witches
She's a priestess, she's a cut
Moon, ray
Woman, whore
Bastard, moonchild
- Mother
I know you are my mother
Misteriously you ride
Trought seasons and the ages
Join with you across the bades
Into the death
I'll reborn
Union grant as and will claim
She's the queen of the dark
- Necromaniac
When the night is turning black, and all around is silence
Know the time is come, time begin the rite
Pulsating blood in veins, lacerating lust in brain
As you enter the cemetery, and go ahead to the grave
Dark silent figures, braiding up and down the place
Will consent you all night long, to reach and stand the gate
After having done the signs, and the candles burning bright