Silent frozen trees,
Watched as we gathered,
Beneath the mysterious shadows,
in the full moon’s light,
We bring horrid salts,
And scorched skulls,
Cut our flesh in devotion,
And give blood to the night.
The whore has drank the wine,
And satisfied the corpse,
Black fog fills the woods,
Satanas Eternam Gloriam!
The child is baptized in maggots,
The lambs throat is cut,
The profanation ceremony!
Satanas eternam Gloriam!
The purple robe,
The flesh of the child,
the shadow in the cold,
The wind of satanic laughter.
Your will is my will,
Your blood is my blood.
Kill the child, praise the whore,
Mock the lamb, frozen blood.