Cultes des Ghoules - Vintage Black Magic lyrics

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-k**ed babe Hell-broth tastes like Satan's grape Black cat's wool and lizard scales How sweetly cauldron exhales