Black gate of the mortal   Sabbath held in thy honor, summon the anti-god   Is there nothing sacred, is there nothing pure?   Cool winds are abound me, from this fire well breath.      Embracing the myth   Everything I am to believe   Embracing the evil   Everything that surrounds who I am.      Smoke will rise from the graves of our elders once slain   Crack the whip, night draws near, darkness swallows me whole   Worship upon the dead, praise all Harassathoth   Satan summon ka-put ancients forces arise      Beelzebub suck my balls, Beelzebub will suck my balls!      Corpses' rise from your tomb   Paint thy light unto dark   Is there nothing sacred?   Sexual urge for the dead      War, holy war   Infernal names invoke the storm   The end of man has come to pass   Goatwhore shall reign supreme!      Lust for the dead in the cold night, a chill grasps my breath   I hold onto nothing, for this I shall fall   Smoke a bowl, read thy necronomicon   Balls of fire, erupt from the pyre   Of unholiness in my mind   Abaudahdine is honored to behold black metal sabbath!      Shootin' up to get my rush   This time I think I'll take too much   Barely breathing, profusely bleeding   I'd get my gun, if I could move   and put myself in the ground      Take a pill get all low, high again you jones   Twisting convulsing, overdosing, skin turns pale   Writhing in sweat, moribund death comes for you   Slicing your wrist as you die you now want to live.