The Devine Inversion.

13 stones on a Devil whores grave,
13 souls for the Devil to enslave,
One by one in fire they stow,
Ambient demons, in the womb of hell they grow.

Oft in the forest, devilry is nigh,
Witching hour hence the full moon is high,
Tonight is the night satan takes his seat,
Death to all the Christians bow to Satans' feet.

The final battle is at hand,
It is both dark and grand,
The clock hand strikes midnight,
It is the feeble I must fight,
Mustering all the gods,
Pillaged and plundered against all odds.

13 stone on a Devil tomb,
13 stones in a Devil whores womb,
One by one their hearts start to beat,
Filled with anger they clamour and bleat.

Oft in the forest devilry is nigh,
Witching hour hence the full moon is high,
Tonight is they night Satan makes you weep,
Death to the all the work, plummet to eons of sleep.

In the depths of this dead rotten kingdom,
March! March! March to the gates,
In the depths of a whore that is bleeding,
Receive your Hell maiden horrible fate.