Arise keepers of The witching night Sons of the Stillborn Moon Awake from your Unearthly tomb Demon winds Will guide us Osiris beside us We come to avenge The tears of Ishtar We seek passage through The gates of Amenti Giving praise to The nameless We are the guardians of The secrets of athanor We have voyaged Through the valleys Of the Euphrates To the seas of Hades The tablets of the storm Gods to us are bethrode We bathe in the blood Of the naysayer We are the children Of Chaldea The talisman in our Hands forever to hold Chaos mother Oh tempestuous one! We bow to no other Before you There are none Queen of the Primordial deep We beseech Heed our call Heed our call! Our enemies to fall! Samas before us Sin behind us Wherever We may thread Our blade You will dread! In the name of Our fathers Accept these gifts Of salt and azoth Oh Tiamat! Crush our foes coming From the north Let our paths be blessed Where ever they may be Thy power We shall proclaim And do thy service We are thy slave Your slave Enslaved