At the Wicked Ceremonial Lyrics

Bluster spells - quite slowly
The echoes of the past fall upon us
Gift that the hybrid-blood race carried within
Unspeakable lore older than human being

Leprous black hands spreading infant blood
Till the candles of flesh, around, start to burn

At the wicked ceremonial

Offering bodies - immolation
To release the third incarnation
Shaitan almighty, soon thou shalt be free
When the peacock god Melek spreads its wings

From far beyond came our heritage
Curse brought by the Yezidi infamous clan

At the wicked ceremonial

Its ominous presence comes forth finally
Sneaking in smoke shapes through this crypt - Melek Tawûsê!