Congregation of Sin

The path of light chosen,
the route of the Devil himself.
By the marks of the ancient beasts,
we follow the flame.

In the crypt of a sacrifice
a new order is born.
Symbols branded in black hearts
fill the chalice of demonic might.

A congregation ritual,
yet to be started under the primeval star.
The Sun set behind the horizon
now burns in the scripts of life.

And Darkness becomes Light.

In fires of the Earth created,
A congregation of Sin.
For we are many,
Legion is our name.
A satanic threat,
A blasphemous crusade.
Preachers of immorality,
we celebrate the seven deadly sins.

What is called Sin,we adore.
Enslavement we reject.
The chains of father of heaven melted
and fallen to the abyss deep.

On the altars of blasphemy
the sacrilegious ritual
The stigmas of Lucifer
are now on human hands.

Not the lambs, but lions
in the arena of mankind we have become.
A demonic driven force,
a strength from below.

And Sin became a Virtue.