In a time where madness reigns All you hear is lamentations in the air Awaiting the nocturnal winds of despair And the return of the King Under the moonlight and in the eternal shadows I drowned you to the mysteries of the Other Side In the forest of the damned you see the eyes of Belial And the black curse of humans is at the gates We can feel the fury of thousand pains Diabolic hate is now in the northern atmosphere A strong smell of rotting flesh... Were all awaiting the return Rites of the Black Moon A new race of misanthropic shadows Born in Hells fire and raised in the night Darken the whole land with their sombre shades Emptiness fills their heart and their temples No more beliefs for a dead God and light Now the law is the saw The past is alive Hear the truth about the Creation and corruption Turn your back to the pathetic and feeble souls And this hypocrite void of nothingness And the tribes of the moon come back The return of darkness over the world And the tombs are all open To welcome the next century of doom Through the eyes of Belial Rites of the Black Moon Sbastien Roby Robitaille Bass, Guitars, Vocals Luc Gaulin Drums
belial, moon, return, awaiting, rite