Every fifty years
I taste your children's tears
I bath in their blood
and feed on their fears

Every fifty years
I declare a war on purity
the fire of vengeance
still burns inside me

I remember fools
remember every one of you
your laughter and your mockery
have marked my heathen soul
(The Black Hill woods where you let me die
have now become my world of sin)

I gave my dreams to Demonlords
I allowed them to molest me
they raped, abused and tortured me
they filled me with their hatred

I travelled through the pits of Hell
and learnt the truth of suffering
I saw the visions of the damned
and shared their precious knowledge

Hexes and spells they taught me well
unholy incantations
the way to weave my nightmares
to manifest my malice

You run and run but you can't hide
your soul is slave to horror
you'll be entrapped into my world
of insanity and murder

Silence will soon fall again
into the Black Hill forest
and I will haunt the mortal's dreams
the legacy of the Blair Witch

They've lived a thousand lives
they speak in ancient tongues
like pale hungry phantoms
in our dreams they dwell

I've been to a tall black tower
half of my soul was stolen
they drank with such ferocity
devoured my memories and thoughts

We build churches in their name
we raise temples for their glory
they are our kings, our gods and priests
those who shall never sleep

Mortal, close your eyes and sleep
the Astral lords will guide you
you think you are in paradise
but you are dreaming only hell

[pre-chorus]
They come in dreams, they forge our nightmares
I can see their eyes, shinning in the darkness

[chorus]
Those who never sleep
will steal you dreams, on your soul will feast
Those who never sleep
will engulf you in their horror

From the heart of Europe we marched
down to the cities of the holy land
we pledged our lives to serve the cross
to guard the secrets of the temple's vault

We dressed in white and warlike red
a few noble knights of purest soul
armed with cold steel and fiery hearts
infidel dogs we slayed with wrath

We seeked the wisdom of the gods
through moslim texts, catharian codes
and zoroastric formulas
to the feverish writings of St. John

We hold the grail, the blood of christ
the dead sea scrolls revealed the truth
we felt the hypocrisy of the church
lies and corruption spread by Paul

We turned our backs to king and pope
we spit the cross, symbol of pain
like real sons of James the just
we did disown the law of +god+

They hunt us down, they took our homes
comrades lost, tortured to death
as our last grand master screamed inflamed
in Baphomet's name we shall return

[chorus]
Knights of the temple, guardians of the flame
warriors and wizards, the dragon's way
keepers of the grail

Nine footprints to evil
hooves crack on petrified soil
coming forth from the abyss
lit by bonfires of sin

The quest for the grail of flies
into the black sickness beyond
exterminating angels
where all sanctuary is denied

A female coven in heat
and sexual pandemonium
gave birth to utter blasphemy
igniting an apocalypse

Satyrs reveal themselves
born in the bowels of the beast
and raised with inverted prayers
a beast who is legion

Life flows through fang and claw
our flag is made by sheer rage
by the fangs of the soul-stealer
from the skin of the risen dead

The blood of crow-headed dogs
drips from the face of carnage
and shapes a vile cosmology
of lethal sinful magic

Out of the night that covers me
black as the pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever gods may be
for my unconquerable soul

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody but unbowed

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
looms but the horror of shade
ad yet the menace of the years
finds and shall find me unafraid

It matters not how strait the gate
how charged with punishments the scroll
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul

Greetings from the torture gardens
paved with slabs of human flesh
where bile from witchcraft lips
blasts forth the blood of a new christ

Where malice holds dominion
and specters feast on clergy's flesh
a heretic baptist screams
as disciples erupt in flames

the misery of ravished nuns
by the phalliform crucifix
souls locked in evil charms
harbingers of the devil

Angry jackals in human masks
who dwell in the eye of the storm
devoured by undead sentinels
conceived in planes out of time

Murderous lamias of the mind
re-writing the beast's bible
graven with demon's mockery
inspired in the midst of nightmare

Soon comes an eclipse of the sun
the triple faced wolf-headed god
will reign the dreams of innocents
and hate will win their children

In this underworld
man is but debased whore

Innocence is payed in flesh
we lost our souls and loved ones
white as doves and red like blood
a living pyre for your god

We have walked the paths
of the seven black Kami
we have cleansed ourselves
by torment pain and anguish

9 days and 9 nights
riding the storms of Raiden
embracing the flames of Rinjin
calling the dreams of Kappa

Through Shinto chants and Oni spells
with blades and hooks we tore our flesh
we glorified our suffering
and paved the way for Tengu

O lord of thousand faces
and a million cruel ways
posses this vessel of your slave
fill it with strength and hatred

I can see the blue-black flames
dancing around your aura
I can feel your inner rage
which paints your ki in scarlet

[chorus]
Circle of burned doves
an ancient path of vengeance
circle of burned doves
a legacy of nightmares