Praise the symbol of Satan's might, bow before the 
darkest light
Hold the torch and chant with pride, as the bells chime 
tonight we rise
Dancing in shadows, casting dark spells where the holy 
ones hide
Mystical fire, shining on the altar of the ancient king
Enter the cult, follow the ways of the left hand path
Trample on the cross, praise the pentagram and all Hail 
Satan
Bray the horns of shining bronze, songs for rites on full 
moon nights
Far in lonesome woodland realms stands the temple of the 
cult
Dancing in shadows, casting dark spells where the holy 
ones hide
Mystical fire, shining on the altar of the ancient king
Enter the cult, follow the ways of the left hand path
Trample on the cross, praise the pentagram and all Hail 
Satan
On the darkest mountain peaks where the black winds carry 
me...
There I stand and sing this hymn to the sounds of 
infernal bells