Baptised in black goat blood on the mystic altar
Infernal gods of death bless thy sons of satan

Raise the knife, cut the goat, drain its blood
And fill the chalice

Ancient words are spoken as the rite begins
Members of the cult raise their torches high

Raise the knife, cut the goat, drain its blood
And fill the chalice

The Moon is full
The night is cold
The stars are bright
The wind so moans
A fire burns
Within our forest
The blood is thick
And only black

Baptised in black goat blood on the mystic altar
Infernal gods of death bless thy sons of satan