Once again the hour draws nigh The night of the chosen has come Our hopes and expectations burn high Will we succeed this time? The return of our beloved Master Is what we desire so much To lead us His children in most unholy reign And the weakling shalt be trembled in the dust Sheltered under the claw We're gathered to summon our lord In evil praise we sin For the return of the Horned Our efforts are answered at last The ground opens to spew forth Surrounded by sulphuric flames From the abyss He doth rise Now His evil reign unfolds As foretold by visions ages old Upon His children His spell He doth cast Forever in indulgence we shalt live Sheltered under the claw We bathe in the presence of our lord In evil praise we sing The gospel of the Horned