Brimstone in the Air

Rites, blasphemy and magic foretell the rise of the dead
Sacrifice, darkness and blood call the power of hell
The moon, the fog and the spells feed the demons on fire
My soul, my life and my will open the gates to the horny lord
Blood is spilled on the altar. Rituals in circles of salt
The air is heavy as iron; the smell has corrupted your mind
Shadows, phantoms and witches dance around the flames
Howls, screams and voices; the atmosphere becomes too wicked
Lightning, earthquake and rain; the devil is walking the earth
Fire, outbreaks and death; the Lucifer’s onslaught strikes the sky
Blood is spilled on the altar. Rituals in circles of salt
The air is heavy as iron; the smell has corrupted your mind
Wrapped in blood, I rise my hands to his symbol
Singing for Satan; the master of Hades and Death
Lost in a dream of vanity, pleasures and lust
Drunk in smoke because brimstone is in the air