When moon rises high; when violates the sky  and stars on his shroud are dragged to follow him  The time has come to touch the mystery  through spell symbols so can peer to eternity    Candlelight, frozing shadow, the magic power of words,  Destruction of the veil of logic and of stupid human rules  Always is reason, there is no chance  There is no place for weak ones    Ceremonial magic, symbolic death is real    I hunger for the bath in the pool of your blood  in ache you will meet the pleasure of redemption  I am a fiery amulet on your breast  cauterized wound of the knowledge    An echo of ancient laments, mysterious breeze of knowledges  Power of mighties never seen by an eye  for which you dissolve as shadow eternal  Not whoever is allowed to peer...    Ceremonial magic, taste your own pain !    When moon rises high; when violates the sky  and stars on his shroud are dragged to follow him  The time has come to touch the mystery  through spell symbols so can peer to eternity