Covens of nocturnal witchery are once again gathered To the sacrificial pits of old Beyond the towering black forest Under His black eye To glorify the One with Horns The unholy rituals take place Raise the goat-horns to the sky in defiance Let the ground drink deep of your blood Harness the clandestine knowledge as your weapon Reveal the long lost ways of DEATH! Shine! O Azazel! Upon and from within The living altars Legion of Hate At this night of terror & morbid works WORSHIP!