Mighty path-opener 
 Striking fast as the sharpest of spears 
 Bringer of the black light 
 I bask in your halo of glory and might 
 Treader of the Path of thorns, cursed yet truly blessed 
 Through exile, coronation and conquest 
 To the throne of the Ravens of Death 
 Mighty master Qayin, guide my hand 
 For my deeds are thine 
 Firstborn of the Black Light 
 Lord of the Shadows of Death 
 And father of the Bloodline 
    And as I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death 
 I shall fear no evil, for Baaltzelmoth is with me 
 His scythe smites all my enemies 
 And his 7 keys open the gates leading beyond this prison so foul   
 Death bringer 
 Death dealer 
 Whose might even the pale raped moon reflects 
 Thorn-crowned master, scythe wielder 
 Bearer of the serpent's mark 
 By your left hand green was stained red to bring forth the Black 
 For to kill one is to murder all 
 The mark on your brow is the sign I follow and bear 
 Show me the secrets of seed, root and fruit 
 To harvest from the tree of knowledge 
 Before the final reaping lead by Death's sinistral hand 
 From below the first grave mound 
 At the crossroad of life and death 
 The gates within were opened without 
 The great black cross stands solemn upon the skull and the crossed bones 
 And the mysteries whispered by the dwellers within the   
 With the signing of the first dead 
 In Death 
 Through blood and incense burning in snake shapes 
 You opened wide the gates 
 And I looked and beheld a black horse and its masters name was Qayin 
 And Hell followed with him