Baptised in black goat blood on the mystic altar
Infernal gods of death bless thy sons of Satan

Raise the knife; cut the goat, drain its blood
and fill the chalice

Ancient words are spoken as the rite begins
Members of the cult raise their torches high

Raise the knife; cut the goat, drain its blood
and fill the chalice

The moon is full... the night is cold...the stars are bright...the wind so moans...A fire burns...within our forest...the blood is thick...and only black

Baptised in black goat blood on the mystic altar
Infernal gods of death bless thy sons of Satan