Black Pestilence - Hymns For The Black Mass

Finally we’ve come to a time Where mass ignorance is put on the line We’ve challenged them with flying pasta Convincing them it’s truly master The Black Mass, it has evolved From a naked woman chained and enthralled With the lies of man and his imperious ways Hail the Black Mass ’til the end of days Hymns! It’s what we need Hymns! It’s what we breathe Hymns! It’s what we need Hymns! For the Black Mass Blasphemy, time will not stall Hail the Black Goat triumphant and tall And the ones in power will surely fall As we tear down their feeble walls The Black Mass, it has changed From a naked woman cut to the veins With the lies of man and his ludicrous style Hail the Black Mass it is truly vile