Red Code Cult

Equinox is at hand, the gates are now aligned

Raise the candles in the air and give the secret sign

The temperature is dropping down, our breaths seem now like smoke

The guardians of the shadow lands blind the heathen eyes

Our mental variation: a phantom made from light

With red we paint our fantasy until it breathes with might

Deciphering the code that releases the unknown

We make the wanted possible, material like the stone

Red code cult

Red code cult

Welcome to our church, disciples of the jackal

Your nature is a key

Now raise the veils of the misty tyranny

Of the fake laws, open the Choronzon

Our mental variation: a phantom made from light

With red we paint our fantasy until it breathes with might

Deciphering the code that releases the unknown

We make the wanted possible, material like the stone

Red code cult

Red code cult

Red code cult

Red code cult

Red code cult

Red code cult