We Three Sabbat

We three Sabbat, Come travel so far.
Killed some Kine, We needed a car.
Left them Bleeding, From the ceiling.
For that's the kin we are.

Oh, Sect of power, sect of might.
Ignoblis Ritae every night.
Bonded to them through Viniculum,
Buried in Creation Rite.

Now some of us have joined a band,
A nasty bunch, we're called The Black Hand.
Path Enlightenment, such excitment,
Ghenna very close at hand.

Oh, Sect of power, sect of might.
Ignoblis Ritae every night.
Bonded to them through Viniculum,
Buried in Creation Rite.