Sheltered Under the Claw - Countess

Once again the hour draws nigh

The night of the chosen has come

Our hopes and expectations burn high

Will we succeed this time?

The return of our beloved Master

Is what we desire so much

To lead us His children in most unholy reign

And the weakling shalt be trembled in the dust

Sheltered under the claw

We’re gathered to summon our lord

In evil praise we sin

For the return of the Horned

Our efforts are answered at last

The ground opens to spew forth

Surrounded by sulphuric flames

From the abyss He doth rise

Now His evil reign unfolds

As foretold by visions ages old

Upon His children His spell He doth cast

Forever in indulgence we shalt live

Sheltered under the claw

We bathe in the presence of our lord

In evil praise we sing

The gospel of the Horned