To the elder ruins againThe wind whispers beside the deep forestDarkness will show us the wayThe sky has darkened thirteen asWe are collected woeful around a bookMade of human fleshHeic noenum paxHere is no peaceDe grandaevus antiquus mulum tristisArcanas mysteria scriptumThe books blood written pages openInvoco crentus domini de daemoniumWe follow with our white eyesThe ceremonial proceedingRex sacrificulus mortiferIn the circle of stone coffinsWe are standing with our black robes onHolding the bowl with unholy waterHeic noenum paxBring us the goatPsychomantum et precr exito annos majorFerus netandus sacerdos magusMortem animaliumDe Mysteriis Dom Sathanas