The monument

Forged in fire, in the pits of hell
Death desire, deep down we dwell
Passing the cauldron we stand aback
As the godz do their bidding
Carved out of moonstone, a devoted existence.

Of fire is our path, a gate to the dark side of creation.
This once unified us all, these were the rites of the black mass

They build us this monument, everlasting, an ancient heritage of dark creation
Being born of hatred and disgust, an ancient lore of death

You had to desecrate it all, had to lead a soulless life
Had to destroy not create, but our cult will persevere
Of fire is our path, a gate to the dark side of creation
This once unified us all, these were the rites of the black mass

They build us this monument, everlasting, an ancient heritage of dark creation
Being born of hatred and disgust, an ancient lore of death
You had to desecrate it all, had to lead a soulless life
Had to destroy not create, but our cult will persevere

Forged in fire, in the pits of hell.
Death desire, deep down we dwell.
Passing the cauldron we stand aback
As the godz do their bidding
Carved out of moonstone,
A devoted existence to the monument!