In the night in moonlight
By overgrown wayside
There is fotgotten cave

And shadows of hooded shapes
Holy fire burns
And wakes grimand dread


In the close ring
Monks in black frocks

Clasped their hands
Closed their eyes
In the close ring

Monks in black frocks
Their souls are ready
The echo repeats their prayers


A man with naked trunk
As a priest of wicked ritual

Drawns the pentagram
Symbol of baphmet buck
Omen of black mass

Silent has become

AVE SATAN!!!


Terrible scream waked the madness
In the candle lights

Female body on naked altar
Sound of the lute
Hellish hymn - began the dance

Shrill sound of the bell
Chalice of bloody
Taste of delight


In the close ring
Monks in black frocks

They broke off their prayers
The latest gong
In the close ring

Monks in the black frocks
They bless the power of the night
It has become grey dawn!! grey dawn!!