Behold, the phantom gathering, an outpouring of sin
Where the air is still, the cries are shrill, the dances widdershins
Among carnal depravity, the sisterhood conspire
As they cast the bloody crucifix into the fire now

Rise up from the netherworld
On Tridents impaled
The cracking of the devil’s scourge
Servants of chaos, Satan prevails

Spectres of the Blood Moon Sabbath
In Faustian sermons
Spectres of the Blood Moon Sabbath
Feeding the flame in rotten perversion

They howl their morbid mantras as they haunt the misty glades
While the sudden flood of virgin blood decorates their blades
Carve out the eyes of purity, defile the divine
Strip the soul of sanctity and give in to the fire now

Rise up from the netherworld
On Tridents impaled
The cracking of the devil’s scourge
Servants of chaos, Satan prevails

Spectres of the Blood Moon Sabbath
In Faustian sermons
Spectres of the Blood Moon Sabbath
Feeding the flame, in rotten perversion they kill

Becurse the holy sacrament, befoul the book of Christ
The coven bark, the matriarch anoints the staff of flight
Gaze into the other side with spirits intertwined
Into realms of obscurity and one with the fire now

Rise up from the netherworld
On Tridents impaled
The cracking of the devil’s scourge
Servants of chaos, Satan prevails

Spectres of the Blood Moon Sabbath
In Faustian sermons
Spectres of the Blood Moon Sabbath
Feeding the flame in rotten perversion