Оригинален текст
Baptized in black goat blood in a mystic altar
Infernal gods of death bless thy sons of Satan
Raise the knife; cut the goat drain its blood
And fills the chalice
Ancient words are spoken as the rite begins
Members of the cult raise their torches high
Rise the knife: cut the goat drain its blood
And fills 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
Baptized in black goat blood in a mystic altar
Infernal gods of death bless thy sons of Satan.