A deep cut as a new Moon night Offering a bloodletting lust Fear, suffering, cry, pain Slaughtered lamb of God Four more cuts his chest have a star Quiet, motionless, inanimate, pale I invoke! The four princes of hell I invoke! The left hand path I invoke! The flaming souls I invoke! The triumph of death Opened circle, altar of flesh Summoning the legions of doom Communion, perverse, wild, rage Blood touch the graveyard dirt The seed of the ritual Fallen, cold, empty, dead I invoke! The four princes of hell I invoke! The left hand path I invoke! The flaming souls I invoke! The triumph of death Opened circle, altar of flesh Summoning the legions of doom Communion, perverse, wild, rage Blood touch the graveyard dirt The seed of the ritual Fallen, cold, empty, dead I invoke! The four princes of hell I invoke! The left hand path I invoke! The flaming souls I invoke! The triumph of death Opened circle, altar of flesh Summoning the legions of doom Communion, perverse, wild, rage Blood touch the graveyard dirt The seed of the ritual Fallen, cold, empty, dead I invoke! The four princes of hell I invoke! The left hand path I invoke! The flaming souls I invoke! The triumph of death I invoke! I invoke!