[Verse 1]
Naught within this circle
All but emptiness expelled
I am deep in wiccan
And whore to demons works
Master - I call thee
Master - Surround me
With evil in our hearts
This night we take revenge

[Verse 2]
Mote it be
Satan's sword I have become
No son shall escape
No word left unburned
Now the power is in me
Hellspawn in aeturnum
I burn with hate
To rid this world of the Nazarene

[Verse 3]
This night of splendor
The beast arise in me
This is my destiny
My sword shall take life
[Verse 4]
Mote it be
These unholy ones
Mote it be
Return to naught
Vengeance is mine
With all of its emptiness
My sword delivers
Curse this day in memory