Cold, starless night above

Ancient pathways below

To the ruins of stone

To Fill our chalices with hate

For our foes

To wish them throe

As Our fathers before

As Our sons will after

We light our pyre

Of abhorrent malice

For our foes

To grant them woe

Rituals to the wicked

For the malevolent collected

To savor the taste of wrath

Oh leper Lord of hatemagick

Bestow unto us, vindication

Ruminate on the ancients

This ritual of antipathy

Pedestal the tomes of war

Impale love upon the altar of hate