Even I feel the sound of Emen Hetan And the obscure vision of the neolithic ceremony That resounds in my mind Through the incarnations in the spheres of time Even I remember when I arrived to you, my lord In the dark time of the forgotten eon And as the true wisdom by black magic Now that the black remains cries out And the blood of grand Kingu flows in me, your slave Implore your horned serpent of time's abyss Come to me, Lord Come in this night now that the moon is immortal And the black blood burns in me Ereshkigal Hear me, make me black Master, give me your force, your power For to take the key and, as in the past, to ride on the wings of the night Now in the immortal night Hear me Satan The deadly wake up and smell the incense