In the cryptic shadows of the mystic full moon night, echoes from the chanting hymns of darkness bray with might
Here I stand in mountains where the pagan songs are sung,
Only to invoke the mighty ancient king of hell

Satan, in the night we summan thee,
Chanting magic words of blasphemy
Black mass in a lonesome cryptic land
Worship of the black majestic throne!

Members of infernal worship gather in the night,
Serving Satan and his demons for the heathen rise
Voices from a lonely forest honors natures ways,
In the form of ceremonies that invoke the king

Satan, in the night we summan thee,
Chanting magic words of blasphemy
Black mass in a lonesome cryptic land
Worship of the black majestic throne!

In this lonesome heathen lands torches summon demon winds,
Fire now ignites the skies
Rites of darkness shall begin as I raise my ritual sword
Standing within a pentagram
Thunder bolts in the skies of fire burning heavens's realm of gold,
Angels fall with burning wings
Wars in cosmic battlefields is the answer to my call,
Mighty is our victory