The night is crawling faster
Devouring the latest lights
Enshrouding and suppressing
The breaths of all feeble lives
Disciples of desecrations
Will meet in the appointed place
Evokers of mournful torments
With the power of the Spell
Devoted to strange rite
The celebrant in front of the altar
Repeating hypnotic words
The audience stands in silence
And sits at his command
An old woman is singing shrilly
The hymns for request
Devoting her soul and body
To the Master of Hell
Devoted to strange rite