Baptized in black goat blood in a mystic altar
Infernal gods of death bless thy sons of Satan
Raise the knife; cut the goat drain its blood
And fills the chalice
Ancient words are spoken as the rite begins
Members of the cult raise their torches high
Rise the knife: cut the goat drain its blood
And fills 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
Baptized in black goat blood in a mystic altar
Infernal gods of death bless thy sons of Satan.