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