Voice in starving forest
Beckons for sacrifice
Demonshaped figures
Shrieking out loud one name

Rite of invocation
To black goat of the woods
With a thousand young

Ritual murder of helpless crucified victims
Nails driven violently through arms and legs
Cold steel cuts pouring down entrails
Stench and drenching blood tempt the beast

Perverse is your lust
Grotesque is thy ways

Shub-niggurath
Black goat of the woods
With a thousand young

In circle of corpses oath is made
As we drink the madness from writhing veins
The visions cursed gave us word
Winds of pestilence rage the return