In the night in moonlight

By overgrown wayside

There is fotgotten cave

And shadows of hooded shapes

Holy fire burns

And wakes grimand dread



In the close ring

Monks in black frocks

Clasped their hands

Closed their eyes

In the close ring

Monks in black frocks

Their souls are ready

The echo repeats their prayers



A man with naked trunk

As a priest of wicked ritual

Drawns the pentagram

Symbol of baphmet buck

Omen of black mass

Silent has become



AVE SATAN!!!



Terrible scream waked the madness

In the candle lights

Female body on naked altar

Sound of the lute

Hellish hymn - began the dance

Shrill sound of the bell

Chalice of bloody

Taste of delight



In the close ring

Monks in black frocks

They broke off their prayers

The latest gong

In the close ring

Monks in the black frocks

They bless the power of the night

It has become grey dawn!! grey dawn!!