The wretched Godcult of Veneficus, the icon of sin.
The aeons they wander the darkrealm, seeking knowledge
(information from unholy beings)
An oath they have sworn to, with their brethren
(lunatics if grotesque misanthrophic deeds)
Unnatural their lifespan, BLARGH
concealing true intent behind the veil of a priest.

"For our custom, we accept the fact we're damned to
non-existence
Place their names and virtues before thine own intention"

Veneficus diabolus
Veneficus diabolus

His personal quest for contacting, the 67th sovereign of the pit
For centuries his lust for cacophonus deathspeaaaaaaaaaaaach

"For our custom, we accept the fact we're damned to
non-existence
Place their names and virtues before thine own intention
Sordid, necromantic incantations cloud their
Wicked judgement
fearful boundmen ever watchful-of-the
hideous archfieeeend"

The seance begins upon his altar of obsidian
A representation (of his chosen idol)
The sigil is carved within the confines of the necrodungeon.

The prophets of ouija ridculing texts from holy doctrines
Summoning wraiths (of interdimensional regions)
His gutteral tongue begins awakening the cacodaemon.

A mystifying dark revelation
Goetic crusade
An obsessive desire
Malicous, compulsive hold.
For years he trained to cast incantations
To summon the fiend
That will damn him to serve
The beast.

Burn! Contacting the unkown, his hideous portrait shows
Unsheathing malintentions of the sorcerer's demise.
Black! His psyche torn to shreds. The screams of heretical dread.
This summoning ensuring that the priest is in-SANE!

He casts incantations (of blasphemous significance)
Upon the altar scorning those above.
THe sorcerous trials of his wretched conquest
Leaves him but a spectre of his clerical past

Veneficus Diabolus
Veneficus Diabolus

"For our custom, we accept the fact we're damned to
non-existence
Place their names and virtues before thine own intention
Sordid, necromantic incantations cloud their
Wicked judgement
fearful boundmen ever watchful-of-the
hideous archfieeeend"

You'll praise his name, you'll kneel before him
He'll reward you with the knowledge of how to master black ARTS!

(Bewitching the sorcerer's mind)

A mystifying dark revelation
Goetic crusade
An obsessive desire
Malicous, compulsive hold.
For years he trained to cast incantations
To summon the fiend
That will damn him to serve
The beast.