Steeped for nine days in the gloom of d**h Eat the flesh of rotten dogs Magic circle drawn around the grave Midnight tolls Come to me, show yourself Oracle of the dead From the grim gate of Hades From the underworld you're led We hear the baying growing louder Hell hounds arrive in packs Snakes swarm up from the soil Spirits draped in black Obscure vault with lighted torch Chant the rites from my ancient book Arcane knowledge only dead possess Dread the howls Goddess we're calling Speak the rites With the hellhounds by her side in the night The dead will come back to life By virtues of resurrection And agonies of the damned I conjure and command thee Answer my demands You will obey these ceremonies Come back to your shape Or suffer everlasting Rise up from your grave Hecate we're calling you An offering so pure Mourning of spirits lost Tribes of Dis Force of chaos, cloaked in black Arise the corpse up from the grave Take a look, don't move your eyes She appears Hear the hiss growing loud Flesh of infant skinned alive One look at her will destroy your mind Chant the rites