When the spring open her arms  To meet the fragrance of May nights  Every creature of evil come to see  The miracle which was made for me.  On the big field filled with blood  Grows the flower which will never be cut.  And all the demons gathered around  To see the flower which will never be found  I`ll take this flower and hold it tight  It will help me in ancient rite.  Hail brides of Satan!  Open your wings and fly to the woods  Let`s make a Sabbath!!!  Hail, Lord! Please hear my pray  Destroy my enemies day by day  In the dark Evil Night  We will make a rite!