Virtues of the Beast

Hail to those that walk my lonely path

Bearing the mark of the chosen one

They are the cross!

They are the travellers of the plains

Common ground of all directions

They lead to me

I lead to them

Never lie to me, the father of lies

Never deny your deeper desires

To all those true to me, their instinct and mind

I grant the virtues of the beast

The virtues of the beast

The virtues of the beast

Forged in fire, iron wills

Of warlocks and witches nourish me

With their love they heal my broken wings

Making me strong

Lifting me up

Above the dream

Blessed are the restless minds

The angel tribes

For they shall inherit the earth

Blessed are the morning stars

For they shall burn the heavens

With their Luciferian light

The virtues of the beast

The virtues of the beast

Never lie to me, the father of lies

Never deny your deeper desires

To all those true to me, their instinct and mind

I grant the virtues of the beast

The virtues of the beast

The virtues of the beast