Lyrics Belphegor – The Crosses Made Of Bone
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All they hold sacred — all they consecrated
Corrupted and trampled — lewd acts desecrated
The witch’s hour — the devil’s power
The affliction spreads — blood soaked oaths
A permanent Kraft — of eternal black
Sathan: Let the impurity prevail!
The crosses made of bone
In shallow graves of stone
The ravens pick the tombs
Sathan’s hovering above the black mass
The twisted hymns — will forever be preached
A gospel of sickness — height of madness reached
The witch’s hour — the devil’s power
Children’s skulls and feet — crushed and brewed
A permanent Kraft — of eternal black
Sathan: Let the impurity prevail!
The crosses made of bone
In shallow graves of stone
The ravens pick the tombs
Sathan’s hovering above the black mass
