| Praise the symbol of Satan’s might, bow before the darkest light
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| Hold the torch and chant with pride, as the bells chime tonight we rise
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| Dancing in shadows, casting dark spells where the holy ones hide
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| Mystical fire, shining on the altar of the ancient king
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| Enter the cult, follow the ways of the left hand path
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| Trample on the cross, praise the pentagram and all Hail Satan
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| Bray the horns of shining bronze, songs for rites on full moon nights
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| Far in lonesome woodland realms stands the temple of the cult
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| Dancing in shadows, casting dark spells where the holy ones hide
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| Mystical fire, shining on the altar of the ancient king
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| Enter the cult, follow the ways of the left hand path
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| Trample on the cross, praise the pentagram and all Hail Satan
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| On the darkest mountain peaks where the black winds carry me…
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| There I stand and sing this hymn to the sounds of infernal bells |