With 9 veils amde of dragon's blood

weaved (from) the witches of Sagoth

Drapped is the queen of darkness

the empress of the moonclad tribes



Within Enochian spiritforms

she speaks the serpent words

"The time came round you faithful ones

(to) be my fiery blade (and) do my will"



The flute now sings the hateful tunes

The skulldrum gives the ritual rhythm

The empress in a crimson trance

begins the steps of the wardance



With each veil transformed into soil

black angels ride forth from Hades

(to drown the world in blood and tears)

as the spell of the nineth veil

completes the warlust circle