A cold presence descends on us

Like some mist of blackest water

Drenched in the darkness

We are cleaned from all profane

The circle is forming

There's no way nor will to retreat

Watch faith as our fortress

We've discarded doubt and shame

Be with me now, o' children of Samael

Our mouths are one as we drink from the fullmoon's well

No path is stonier than this

No path as torturous as His

With the ichor of highest magick

The Master moistened our lips

He taught us the craft of Speech

And thus we'll make our voices heard

The Kingdom is ours to rule

And the heavens are in our grasp

Let our words of power reach

All the quarters of the earth

Move, dance, give sway to this stance

May hand join in hoof and hoof in hand

Sing, praise, as lust smears your face

No act is unlawful in His pyre's blaze

Sin, transgress, put each border to a test

Grant divine impulse full reign over flesh

Boil and seethe from head down to heels

With fervour feed the God that lives in deeds

Stand with me now, o' servants of Samael

Our mouts are one as we eat of the sun that fell

No path is deadlier than this

No path as glorious as His