The Grimoire
Rituals Of Black Magic
The Abyss
Vigor Mortis
Bloodbath
I Summon the Spirits
Homunculus
Ars Goetia
Hex
Read The Bones
Litch
Haruspex
Dominus Inferi
Leather Black spine
Guarding the world from your shelf
Covered in the old dust
Are the secrets that you hold
Carved on thyself ?
Black as our stinking sinful souls
Rise again from the ancient dusk
Wear the horned red mask
trace the ancient evil sings
all around the shrine
Rituals of Black Magic
so Enigmatic
On this path you can’t turn back
Rituals of Black Magic
So weird and tragic
In this painful life
We’re not waiting afterlife
Line after line
I understand what you are
In the mists of time
Lost echoes of your words
Mighty, distinct and so cryptic
And so my grasp becomes so twisted
Rise again from the ancient dusk
Wear the horned red mask
trace the ancient evil sings
all around the shrine
Rituals of Black Magic
so Enigmatic
On this path you can’t turn back
Rituals of Black Magic
So weird and tragic
In this painful life
We’re not waiting afterlife
What if your consciousness
Is just a matter of senses
When you’re awake you are not,
But in your dreams the other world knocks
What if all those noises we hear
Are the chants of those in our Nightmare trials?
Switch all the lights off
And learn how to watch through
There’s something living there you know?
Is something that your mind will blown
A glaze into the gloom
Embracing our Doom
Tear the veil and come through
While the Abyss is looking at you.
In the realm of the obscure
is your sight so impure
you’ll be lost with no endeavor
and your soul will change forever
What if our existence
Is just a specular one?
If you have pretty knee eyes
A universe will open wide
Disconnect yourself from the
Idea that what you can see is here
The Key for the other side
Is inside you, is your inner sight
Black candles, sage, sweet grass
Concentrate now, take the salt
A skull whitened, the Rose Quartz
I dig with my bare hands
Death is like a veil
To be broken with a spell
Bokor, bokor, bokor controlling the deads
Datura’s powder feeling all the dread
no no no eyes in the empty skull
you can’t resist my call
A body with no soul
A dusty skeleton
Without life
It’s Just an empty skull
Witch i control
Vigor Mortis
Bowl of blood, swampland mud
Mixed together in a bowl
Roughly grate in some black coal
Watch the sky, find Saturn
Death is not the end
But is something
To transcend
Bokor, bokor, bokor controlling the deads
Datura’s powder feeling all the dread
no no no eyes in the empty skull
you can’t resist my call
A body with no soul
A dusty skeleton
Without life
It’s Just an empty skull
Witch i control
Vigor Mortis
Among the deads
You, dear, I choose
For you empty piece of meat
Damnatio Eterna
The worse nightmare is to be trapped in life
Without the willpower to fight against a rite
Watch your owner into the eyes
I decide when you die
Wrinkles and eye bags
Dark circles, the Age attacks
Being a ruthless heartless Witch
I need you to find a bitch
I don’t care who she is
I look for immaculacy
For the ritual to be completed
I need her heart on a tray plated
On the twelfth chime
I’ll be naked and lay
in thy primordial ooze
Now your life has a purpose
In this absence of light
My grim beauty now shines
Bloodbath
Red Blood Cells
Bloodbath
Your youth I smell
Bloodbath
I soak in your life
Bloodbath
Thanks to my lice
Bloodbath
Cursed holy infusion of life
Takes place in the middle of night
While your senses obfuscate
I revive, I rejuvenate
Bring me the incense
Make sure it’s intense
Black candles to be ignited
Seven to be lighted
She shall wear all white
With her tears my name I’ll write
Make sure she stays quite
For now begins the rite
Cardamom, mugwort
If you want the spirits to come
Add some hemp, some camphor
If you want to find the answers
Skeptical, so magical
Human you’re so practical
Wandering eidolon
powerful, intangible
Here
Wandering
Barefoot
In the graveyard
Of the dead
I’m the sorceress
I open the doors
Of the Tartarus
I summon the spirits
From the silent netherworld
I summon the spirits
Shadows crawling in the dark
Wood aloe, coriander
If you want to reach the world
Covered by your absurd
Way to hide the unfurled
Use a mortar and a pestle
Grind the herbs, make it special
Burn it all, that’s the incense
Of the necromancer
Now
Offering
The wheat
To the ghosts
Let the night
Falls Inside of you
But laid off
Before the dawn
Human semen freshly squeezed
Let your essence from you sneeze
Bring me a cow and some blood
of an animal, let it glut
Shall we proceed and be Gods?
Fecundate the animal
Spread the bovine uterus
With some vital red fluid, thrust
Eat the crimson juice, my dear
Horned creature, you’ll give birth to the
At Midnight we cross the line
the Mystery of creation
Now as God shaping the mud
I give you form as the Homunculus
After the cow gives birth to
The abomination
Mix it with the smashed sunstone
With sulphur and white willow
When the human skin takes form
Trap it in a lead made bowl
Feed it with its maternal blood
spilled after the decapitation
Now wait for the creature’s first grunt
And enjoy your abomination
At Midnight we cross the line
the Mystery of creation
Now as God shaping the mud
I give you form as the Homunculus
Set the Evocation
To summon the seventy-two
Visualize the bronze vessel
Say these words:
“Thee I evoke the Bornless one
The terrible and invisible God
Come thou forth and follow me now”
When the Moon’s eight
The dukes of hell
Open the Gates
Your names I yell
Astaroth, Belial
I evoke you from the depth of hell
I’ve bound you with this ancient spell
Vapula, Malphas
I evoke you from the depth of hell
I’ve bound you with this ancient spell
Under the Four Great Kings
Ruling the Elements
Are the 72 you now rule
A sceptre, a sword, a mitra, a cap
A white tunic with no flap
Draw the seal on a scroll
Take a Lead tablet
Write the curse
Fold it seven times
Pierce it with a nail
Inhale, visualize what’s to come
How your victim will succumb
By a violently dead man’s tomb
You aim your victim’s doom
Berebescu
I curse your mind and lungs
Your liver and words mixed up
Your memory, fucked up
Bazagra
I curse your thoughts and perception
Let that be your last lesson
Unable to think. So be it
Hex
My Hex
By a damned tomb
Dig a small hole
Put the fetish in
Run away in the dark
Make sure nobody sees your shadow
Slither fiercely, you’re unbowed
Revenge is all I’m looking for
Charon hear my call
Berebescu
I curse your mind and lungs
Your liver and words mixed up
Your memory, fucked up
Bazagra
I curse your thoughts and perception
Let that be your last lesson
Unable to think. So be it
Hex
My Hex
Damn,
My skin is turning old
It’s hard to behold
The decadence of my gold
I’ve Spent
My whole life in my tower
Gathering all my powers
Now by time I’m devoured
Dust
Lust
Must
I’ve bound my soul to my phylactery
Oh my skull face, oh my rib cage
My grimy skin falls in dust
As I sacrifice my body
In exchange of eternity
Shit
My left arm is necrotic
The family ruby amulet
Will be the right answer
A trap
For my soul is the jewel
disrobe me, now I’m not human
But a fanatic, so bony and cruel
I am the manifestation of the inevitable death of all things
I’m the deceiver of life, the thief of time
I have escaped the silence of the grave, here is my kingdom, in this cathedral of bones.
Numb at the crossroads
doubtful Path
Waiting to be enlightened
About the twist of faith
The Moon shines
On the altar of the sacrifice
I’m ready to celebrate
The ancient rite of the blade
Divination through the core
Bring the dead coward
Come here eyesore
Little pervert criminal
Let’s see what’s to come
That’s the night for the mythical
Lecture of the guts
Haruspex
Omens check
Haruspex
Liver shreds
Haruspex
Blood spreads
From the inside the future I read
Finally, the last breath
Now I can dig in the depth
This is the warm oxblood spleen
I could use it,
remove the dirt
The cholecyst
that holds the grievous gall
The small, the large intestines
Purple, throbbing, endocrine
I can smell it,
Here it is the liver
I implore you, lunar light,
you that the night clarify,
Help me make my life more bright
Give me a sign, tell me what
is your secret, bloody gut
Slimy entrails, profanity
Mirror the sacred canopy
Haruspex
Omens check
Haruspex
Liver shreds
Haruspex
Blood spreads
This is my future
Antrophomancy
Clearly I can see
My life as a black seal
The night comes
My whole fainting world
While I’m here covered in blood
Tonight we are here
To celebrate our sins,
Our lust for life
So deep and clear
We celebrate the death
The ardor of the flesh
Our blasphemous great upset
Bring me the horned crown,
The bloody scalps, the Black coat
We are all here unite
To consecrate what’s despised
What’s denied
The other side
And step aside
And each of them took their own seeds
And placed it into the wicked goblet
Thou shalt embrace the path of the unclean
And make ov yourself your own prophet
In nomine dominus inferi
This is my blood
Which is given to you
In nomine dominus inferi
Unholy desecration
The self decomposition
The iron chaos red shent
In our throat descents
Corrupting our innocence
One step further
Into Hell
From ourselves
We rise again
Into the shrine
And everyone put on their black hoods
Wearing their faceless masks
for centuries exiled and misunderstood
About their timeless tasks
