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
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
