| Deep in your mind in subconscious voice | |
| Eager to call, he who's guarding the gates | |
| Feast of evoking, he who comes from the depth | |
| 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 priviledge of approval | |
| The rest remains 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 that's all 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 of all had priviledge of power | |
| The rest is there to die a thousand deaths |