Blood-soaked floor
Echoes our footsteps
Cowardly torches
Lighten the hall

Golden figures
Old forgotten gods
Powerful names
No one recalls

Hours of walking
Among deep silence
Sore feet
And worrying minds

We finally arrive
We're in front of the altar
The cloaks are removed
The scroll is set

The speaker comes forward
And rises his hand
Words are spoken
The ritual on the temple of evil began!