THE BLACK MASS.

Through the corridors of darkness, on the wings of mans desire,
Conjured by the soulless ones at the everlasting fire.
Borne on waves of insanity from mans primeval past,
The mantra of the tumult has awakened him at last.

Drawing near in the gloom comes the twilight of all shame,
The ravens of night have flown away to set Valhalla aflame.
For too long now the right hand gods have fought between themselves,
With paths that lead to paradise from this demented world.
This is the age, the age of Satan, now that the twilight is done,
Now that Satan has come.

Blue velvet shrouds the altar, black candles pierce the dark,
The skulls of the unbelievers peer sightless, bleached and stark.
The inverted cross of burnished gold the burial urns of light,
The pungent smell of incense wafts out into the night.
This is the age, the age of Satan, now that the twilight is done,
Now that Satan has come.

A & T. Jones.1980

Although the black mass received much notoriety due mainly to the outrageous antics of the French aristocracy in the 17th century, it is, as it always has been to the true follower, one of the highlights of the Satanists calendar.
Anything else, although largely exaggerated, is common knowledge. Except to add that the third verse of the track describes the bands own altar as used in the stage act.

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