A dagger and a chalice, in crimson harmony The black book unfoldeth, in its absolute malignity And as a corpse consecrated for the ceremony of death I await the fiery breath of Satanas Thou, who burneth in the candle on my altar And enlighteth the malevolence of the Morning Star Cast O Thy shadow upon my black heart And grant me thus Thy powers of pain and disease With aranean tissue, a raven's claw And the sound of the boiling blood of a bat The formula is transfixeth upon sacred earth And magickal words are chanteth unto the Lord Hail Set! - Hail Teitan! Hail Shaitan! - Hail Satan! O Baphomet - my strength and praise Baptise me in Thy witchcraft and black arts I gleam Thy light in the absence of the sun Shineth the wisdom of the melancholic moon And the one that worshippeth the Beast and Its image And taketh Its name as a mark Shalt gaze into the abyss And see Its treasures Thus are the words of the Lord Hail unto Him! Hail Satan!