Dancing flames reflect a purple light   Dyeing the room with a   mysterious stillness   Wrapped in the ineoriating haze   of the fumed incense   We were sitting at the table   pleasantly stunned by the sweet   pungent smell of storax   Martyrized with ircos, oleum   libani, commiphora   The white goddess was ruling the night   And the old bell heralded the    arrival of Kephra   Our fingers were riding the   ethereal dimension which   embraces everything       "I'm the guardian of the east   gates, master of the whirling air    I am him who opens the threshold    The portal is opened to you,    holders of the ninth key"    I think their sound and technique   In the intensity of powers    The ninth evoked energy was    waiting for us    Beyond the black diamond gates    it sounds great, and for me it's    "My name is Astharoth-Astarte"    it hurled   "I am him-her who walks in the dark   Who will lead you to ecstasy   I will give you the power of revenge   'Cause you are my sons   May the power of evil be with you   So that your souls can prepare for the call   In a place, sacred to you,   celebrate with dances, chants and fires   You will couple in rapture   And I will enjoy your lust   I am the ninth key, the ninth flame of hell   Young, chaste with innocent fleshes   You will fetch her to me"      Magic resins have worn out   Scents have faded   Tum, patient, is waiting   But He-She is still walking with us