A Ritual

Hellfrozen demo 2001

A darkness covers the grove of dead trees
And a fog that rises from the soil
A ring of dark brothers on their knees
Is gathered here under a full moon

Dagger that will drink the blood of men
Is delivered from hand to hand
Each eager to bring this to conclusion
Awaiting the sweet release of death

As the blade encircles the altar
We begin a deep chant that echoes
In the black woods all around us
Awaiting an end to all our woes

The chanting stops and thunder roars
In the distant shadowy hills
A wind rises and the moon is hidden
I hold high the sacrifical dagger

My time is come and now I rise
Stern and with a joyous heart
Eager to depart this world of lies
I strike the dagger in my heart