Mayhem - De Mysteriis Dom Sathanas

Welcome ! To the elder ruins again. The wind whispers beside the deep forest. Darkness will show us the way “Heic noenum pax.“ Here is no peace. The sky has darkened thirteen as We are collected woeful around a book Made of human flesh. “De grandaevus antiquus mulum tristis, Arcanas mysteria scriptum“. The books bloodwritten pages open. “Invoco cruentus domini de daemonium“ We follow with our whit eyes The cermonials proceeding. “Heic noenum pax“. Brin us the goat. “Rex sacriticulus mortifer“. In the circle