I know you from the blackness, mystic fires ablaze Hell is empty, demons gather around my grave Witches gather round the ashes, sabbath rites tonight Casting dreadful incantations, that denounce the light Evil uttered conjurations upon my soul Appearing from the blackness, mystic fires ablaze Satan’s smiling in the corner, on his scarlet throne Witches gather round the ashes, reading ancient scrolls Casting dreadful incantations, upon my soul The pit is empty, witches gather, around my grave Upon the tree of woe with evil conjurations Satan grows his congregations Upon the tree of woe with harsh convictions Satan plans his crucifixions Bound and tied upon the tree of woe The tree of woe Crucified upon the tree of woe The tree of woe Dreadful cries upon the tree of woe The tree of woe Left tô die upon the tree of woe The tree of woe