Glorification of the black God
In the shape of a black goat
The dark lord himself
Presiding over the revelry

Demons, witches and spirits of darkness
Awaits and watches with pleasure on the succumbed virgins
And innocent souls soon to be sacrificed

The only light is the gleam of the torches from the inverted women's wombs and the fire from the cauldron in which human fat is being boiled
The air is filled with diabolical laughter and screams
Spells are whirling and the smell of hell is spreading all around

The appearance of spirits of darkness
From the heart of hell
A necromantical union brought forth to haunt the night
The Christians fled like pigs, overwhelmed with fear

Except glimpses of the Moon surrounded by stars
Clouds block the nocturnal light as the earth trembles under
Hooved feet accompanied by the beating on skins
Under the blackened sky

No one dares to tread the mountain on this night
They watch with enlarged eyes in fear from afar
As the lightning joins the perverted dance at the bare mountain