Hear the blackened call Summoning the night Hearken to the Moon Majesty of skies Armed with the sacred might Wielding ancient lore Guarded by the blackest words I stand by this gate I command and constrain thee Oh spirits of the night By him who spoke the word The king of Netherworld Hear the blackened call Summoning the night Hearken to the Moon Majesty of skies I know the secret names To unlock hidden vaults Mysteries of ancient times I grasp them all Authority from supreme lord Harbinger of Doom Crown of flames upon his brow He watches over this world By the names Adonai, Blohim, Zobroth Azazel and Beelzebub I command you I constrain you Oh, spirits of the night Weathred in flames Smoke upon my brow I command all thee Spirits of the night Armed with the sacred might Wielding ancient lore Guarded by the blackest words I stand by this gate I command and constrain thee Oh spirits of the night Open these grim doors And let me pass into the deep Hear the blackened call Summoning the night Hearken to the Moon Majesty of skies