Vintage Black Magic - Cultes des Ghoules

Deserted shrine, chants to the moon

Maledictions upon foes, requests of a boon

Altar’s ready, the dagger cuts the twig

To the East and to the South

To the West and to the North

Come!

Come!

We call Thee forth!

By the powers of the land and sea

We swear obedience unto Thee

By the powers of moon and sun

Bless us and Thy will be done

In a place wild and dreary, flashing of the blade

Naked we tread Thy round, the oath is made

Altar’s red, the dagger cuts the twig

Working forbidden mysteries and singing words of scourge

Assembled in the light of the blazing torch

Altar’s never clean, the dagger cuts the twig

Bat’s blood and the tongue of dog

Sting of snake and eyes of frog

Juice of hemlock and silverweed

Opium, mandrake and henbane’s seed

Foreskin of birth-killed babe

Hell-broth tastes like Satan’s grape

Black cat’s wool and lizard scales

How sweetly cauldron exhales