With 9 veils amde of dragon's blood  weaved (from) the witches of Sagoth  Drapped is the queen of darkness  the empress of the moonclad tribes    Within Enochian spiritforms  she speaks the serpent words  "The time came round you faithful ones  (to) be my fiery blade (and) do my will"    The flute now sings the hateful tunes  The skulldrum gives the ritual rhythm  The empress in a crimson trance  begins the steps of the wardance    With each veil transformed into soil  black angels ride forth from Hades  (to drown the world in blood and tears)  as the spell of the nineth veil  completes the warlust circle