Apocalyptic rites
Black riffs evoke the night
Covens gathered deep below
Are robed in raven's cloak, yeah

Black amp disciples, hear our song
Ready hate, your time has come; again

Priestess of black magic
I want your coveted necromantic
She raises up the knife, to kill
Our chalice, now overfilled

Black amp disciples hear our song
Ready hate, your time has come, again
Black amp disciples hear our song
Ready hate, your time has come, again


Lyrics submitted by RyanWilhite, edited by KetamineOcean

The House on the Borderland song meanings
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    General CommentThe end of the song is someone reading from William Hope Hodgson's novel "The House on the Borderland"
    RyanWilhiteon November 05, 2009   Link

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