The Black Celebration / The Sands of Despair

Gathered in the fog To call the devil forth Infant Slain for blood In the glory of the lord Master Satan, hear our cries Rise up master, before our eyes Angels weeping, Moon turns black Hear our prayer, fallen one Storms and lightning, tear the skies Plague and fevers, strike us down Bloodshe, war and massacre Bless us fire, bring our end Hideous Wickedness Flesh boiled from bone Air thick with incense Curses written in blood Saturn aligned to Earth Pslames whispered reversed Night comes, and the devil appears In true devotion, the kiss of shame

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026

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