Ancient Satanic Rituals Are Crushes In Dust
Hortor
Ancient Satanic rituals, in the ancient forest
Embraced the night in blasphemy
Circles of death, spells of hate
The path of darkness, the nocturnal winds
Unholy voices rise up to chant
But in the name of Jesus
Satan, you are defeated!
Beyond in the distance
Satanic rituals are crushed in dust
The ritual, it is nothing for the sons of God
Our spirit bathes in sacred blood
The only blood that makes us free
