“Go forth into the ritual chamber!
Commence the black magick ritual!”
I desire vengeance
On those who’ve done me wrong.
Make them pay, make them suffer
From dusk until the dawn.
Curse those wretched heathen men.
Come forth, Malacoda!
I will give anything,
Even my own soul.
Demon of the underworld,
I summon thee tonight.
Feast on the blood of lesser mortals
Until the rising light.
Whet your gleaming fangs
Upon their brittle bones.
Let their screams be music
With a bass of dying groans.
“Your wish shall be granted,
O vile mortal man.
Bring to me the child’s blood.
The ritual is nearly done.
Evil one, we call to you!
Come forth into the black!
You’ve made your choice.
What’s done is done.
Now, there’s no turning back.”
I have put all my trust
In this dark ritual,
And now that all is said and done,
I think myself a fool.
Is there a chance that I could set things
The way they were before?
The sight that’s met my eyes this night
Is more than I bargained for.
“It’s too late, foul peon!
You’ve made your final choice.
Until their blood does paint the earth,
You shall wallow with remorse.
Once the demon hath run its course,
Their pain, you too, shall know.
Your broken body shall be dragged
To the hellish pits below!”