Blessed be, the Grim Arts!

The first depth 
Before he built his six 
When you, the son of the guide, son of the Transylvanian plague, 
Started to fail, beneath the Turkish rein 
We hail your grim arts of travesty, the pain was real 
Your arts of grim desseray 
Fear and death, agony and synestithy, to anyone who didn't obey you! 
The grim arts of disastrophy has started! 
Suffering for hours, under your sight, 
The human race was suffering for your pure pleasure, 
Spilling blood everywhere! 

Stick a stake, into the victim's anus 
When his crys out to ? 
Started ? loaded(?) forward 
Throughout ? ? ? 
The victim ? ? ? the stake 

No mercy for the weak ones! 

No mercy, 
For the human race! 

By the grim art of disastrophy 
We shall prevail our will 
Our ? 
Obey, or you'll die ? 
We shall build again The Order Of The Dragon! 
Our suffering empire! 

The grim art of disastrivy shall return! 
We stand victorius! 
Hail son of the son ??? 
He will come again, he will come again! (???) 


[the ?'s mean they may not be correct. lyrics provided by lord faust]