Burial ground breaths evil Footsteps lead to hills of tombs Here thousand mourning spirits Underneath hearts pounding Feel the call of Satan Dust filled chambers open Altar now dried but stained With blood once shed Waiting for right one Feel the call of Satan Sacrifice the life To serve the master Covenant of souls tide Waiting for this night Feel the touch of Satan d**h release spreading Like pestilence rising To bring torment Hunt the race of humans Feel the wrath of Satan