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