Steeped for nine days in the gloom of death
Eat the flesh of rotten dogs
Magic circle drawn around the grave

Midnight tolls

Come to me, show yourself

Oracle of the dead
From the grim gate of Hades
From the underworld you're led

We hear the baying growing louder
Hellhounds arrive in packs
Snakes swarm up from the soil

Spirits draped in black

Obscure vault with lighted torch

Chant the rites from my ancient book
Arcane knowledge only dead possess
Dread the howls


Goddess we're calling
Speak the rites

With the hellhounds by her side in the night
The dead will come back to life


By virtues of resurrection
And agonies of the damned
I CONJURE and COMMAND thee

Answer my demands
You will obey these ceremonies
Come back to your shape

Or suffer everlasting
Rise up from your grave


Hecate we're calling you
An offering so pure
Mourning of spirits lost

Tribes of Dis

Force of chaos, cloaked in black

Arise the corpse up from the grave
Take a look, don't move your eyes
She appears


Hear the hiss growing loud
Flesh of infant skinned alive

One look at her will destory your mind
Chant the rites