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
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