A dagger and a chalice, in crimson harmony
The black book unfoldeth, in its absolute malignity
And as a corpse consecrated for the ceremony of death
I await the fiery breath of Satanas

Thou, who burneth in the candle on my altar
And enlighteth the malevolence of the Morning Star
Cast O Thy shadow upon my black heart
And grant me thus Thy powers of pain and disease

With aranean tissue, a raven's claw
And the sound of the boiling blood of a bat
The formula is transfixeth upon sacred earth
And magickal words are chanteth unto the Lord

Hail Set! - Hail Teitan!
Hail Shaitan! - Hail Satan!

O Baphomet - my strength and praise
Baptise me in Thy witchcraft and black arts
I gleam Thy light in the absence of the sun
Shineth the wisdom of the melancholic moon

And the one that worshippeth the Beast and Its image
And taketh Its name as a mark
Shalt gaze into the abyss
And see Its treasures

Thus are the words of the Lord
Hail unto Him!
Hail Satan!