• O Thy Sweet Maiden of Darkness,

    Thy Payment has been fulfilled,
    Thy Blood Sacrificed...

    Thou makest a bed for me to lie in...

    Not to live,
    But to die,
    With hatred of thine ways...

    If thou lovest me,
    Slit thine throat,
    And Slash thine finger tips...

    Let thine blood flow to the middle of thine circle...

    Completing thine sacrifice,
    And finishing Tradition...

    The time hath come,
    And thy blood spilled,
    I'm coming home to my pit of hate...