The darkness has landed A Moon on the sky Dark coven gathered For the nocturnal rite A cloak on his shoulders Bell and dirk in his hands High priest of the ritual Cuts the silence by chant
A chamber for rituals The gate to the other worlds It is opened by the spells To summon those demons
Those spirits of darkest realms Arrive through this room For black magic purpose of mine For spreading my doom
Gestic magic, the spell and the chant High priest of this night and this rite Setting the curse upon enemy Striking with the fatal energy
The chant, the spell Released from hell The force of dark side The gastic magic night A harmful, even fatal Well wished and asked From demons of pit The curse has been set
The darkness has landed A Moon on the sky Dark coven gathered For the nocturnal rite A cloak on his shoulders Bell and dirk in his hands High priest of the ritual Cuts the silence by chant
