Into the darkest forest they go Dressed in black Dressed in coats Women of evil lust Unholy congregation At the darkest hour Their torches they light Witches hour Infernal silence They wait before the altar Chanting invocation In a blaze of fire he stands Some horrid shape of a goat Each of them pay his hommage Osculum obscenium White skin freezing in the moonshine Dance in a circle Wait for turn Wine like black clotted blood Drink!!!!
