We bellow your names

Unclean spirit taketh form

Bestial and malevolent ones

They whom the winds fear

Ascending legions of the abyss

Ordain your nefarious avowal

Rise in power, we unleash you

Into our realm

Our ritual has begun

Thee I Invoke, the born less one

I am he, the truth

The heart girt with a serpent is my name

It has begun, the Daemonium

Assembled in darkness

Amassed in a ring of fire

A sigil of power

Displays your iniquitous mark

Serpent tongues declare

Invoking chants

Hasten vociferously

Blades shed a cruor succulence

Oblation of blood

Quenching the pyre

Gratify mirthful beasts

Thee I Invoke, the born less one

I am he, the truth

The heart girt with a serpent is my name

It has begun, the Daemonium

A Plume of smoke thrive

Seducing fumes allure

A sulfuric essence of

Demonic omnipresence

Disbursing odors of decay

Long crooked nails

Climb the chasm

Blackened horns pervade

Emerging heated chasms

Come forth my hellions