Daemonomantic Fog Lay Upon the Tombs of Succoth - Necros Christos

Red moonlight falls upon the ritual

The priest is messing

«It's the end of all days»

Spells cast upon the bones that moulder

While the bells chime for the opening of the graves

Once a night in Palestine

Around the tombs fog can be seen

The bonethrone praise is on the run

The rite is done, the doom has come

Goat apocalypse

The woman’s throat is slit

Black pentacles burn

The burning wind brings fog in return

Ye shall know when he ascends

Upon the flames a putrid stench

Reveals his presence unto those

For ye shall know when he unfolds

Daemonomantic fog lay upon the tombs of succoth