Текст песни Heretic Rites - Beneath the Chapel

Show me the place where freedom sleeps within
Take me to the ruins among the graves hidden
I'll pay with gold, take whatever you want
Just let me see those crypts of the old

How long are those trees dead?
Can you hear something eating through them?
I'm not sure anymore but I'm not afraid
The candles I brought are black as you said

I feel the cross is staring at me
Or is it just some bird on it?
Now i promise I won't ask no more
But must we go down below?

Hooded figures are waiting me
Goat's night of sin it is!

Smoke fills the ruins, I accept thee
I've lost all yet I am free!

Hooded figures are waiting me
Goat's night of sin it is!

BENEATH THE CHAPEL
IN THE CATACOMBS
DOWN SATAN'S ALTAR
MY BLOOD FLOWS