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
