Praise the symbol of Satan's might, bow before the darkest light
Hold the torch and chant with pride, as the bells chime
tonight we rise
Dancing in shadows, casting dark spells where the holy ones hide
Mystical fire, shining on the altar of the
ancient king
Enter the cult, follow the ways of the left hand path
Trample on the cross, praise the pentagram and all Hail
Satan
Bray the horns of shining bronze, songs for rites on full moon nights
Far in lonesome woodland realms stands the temple of
the cult
Dancing in shadows, casting dark spells where the holy ones hide
Mystical fire, shining on the altar of the ancient
king
Enter the cult, follow the ways of the left hand path
Trample on the cross, praise the pentagram and all Hail Satan
On
the darkest mountain peaks where the black winds carry me...
There I stand and sing this hymn to the sounds of infernal
bells