Evocation

(альбом: The Rack - 1991)

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