In the night in moonlight   By overgrown wayside   There is fotgotten cave   And shadows of hooded shapes   Holy fire burns   And wakes grimand dread      In the close ring   Monks in black frocks   Clasped their hands   Closed their eyes   In the close ring   Monks in black frocks   Their souls are ready   The echo repeats their prayers      A man with naked trunk   As a priest of wicked ritual   Drawns the pentagram   Symbol of baphmet buck   Omen of black mass   Silent has become      AVE SATAN!!!      Terrible scream waked the madness   In the candle lights   Female body on naked altar   Sound of the lute   Hellish hymn - began the dance   Shrill sound of the bell   Chalice of bloody   Taste of delight      In the close ring   Monks in black frocks   They broke off their prayers   The latest gong   In the close ring   Monks in the black frocks   They bless the power of the night   It has become grey dawn!! grey dawn!!