The Ritual Songtext
von The Great Old Ones

A noise behind me
Hooded faces catch me
They throw me in a filthy cellar
Shape drags me in a dark corridor, the dagon sign on her
In Impur temple, unholy chapel

Regrouping around me
They begin their ritual
Invoquing entities that we should not see
In an unspeakable call
Something awakens, and my hopes fall

And the gates open...


Sticky limbs appear
Sliding on the floor
Monks still without fear
Chant incantations once more

Am I really still in reality
So many visions pervert my mind
My morality
I would be blind
Please untie me
Please untie me
Please untie me
My soul darkens and I faint