Black Magic, White Powder - Spiritus Mortis

Sorcerers of Sarnath gathering in the circle of junipers

Dropping Stygian black acid

Travelling beyond dimension and time

To childhood dreams

Now we are at war, survival is all

But once there was an era of peace

And luxuries of simple life

Israel Shamballah — The magicians still remember

Beneath the storms, behind the clouds

Above the mountains

Beyond time, our black and grey

Creation casts a shadow over the world

When death is summoned, death surely comes

When sorrow is summoned, you will fall

Titanium gate, entrance to the metal city

Houses of iron, streets of steel

A city build on cosmic abstraction, still true in form

All horror, all evil, all that is yet to come

Underground giant face crying golden tears

Metal monster in twisted dimensions

Blacker hallow, Vinum Sabbati

Desecration of a corpse

In the darkness of night

Blacker hallow, white powder

Desecration of a corpse

In the darkness of night

We shall fall into the abyss

Into the bliss of everlasting shadow

Of the black temple

Of an unknown god