Glorification of the black god
In the shape of a black goat - The dark lord himself
Presiding over the revelry...
Demons, witches, and spirits of Darkness await
And watch with pleasure on the succumbed virgins
And innocent souls... Soon to be sacrificed
The only light is the gleam of the torches from the inverted women wombs
And the fire from the cauldron, in which human fat is being boiled
The air is filled with diabolical laughter and screams
Spells are whirling, and the smell of hell is spreading all around
The appearance of spirits of Darkness from the heart of Hell
A necromantical union brought forth to haunt the night
The christains fled like pigs, overwhelmed with fear
Except glimpses of the moon surrounded by stars
Clouds block the nocturnal light, as the earth trembles