1. Pitbound (The 4th Trial Of Acolyte)

Seek thy demon
And (you shall) learn of his foul ways
Feel the worms
As they creep

Evil most foul, most corrupt, most hideous

Dream of the fires
And they will enfold thee
Hear the voices
As they seek in (the great) darkness
Suffer the crush
Of the old as they rise
Lose thy senses
Yet (shall you) know them when they come

Evil most foul, most corrupt, most hideous

Seek thy demon and (you shall) learn of his foul ways

Behold (the terors and the) horrors
In the great pit
Thirst in (the wide) rivers
Of blood of our altars

Evil most foul, most corrupt, most hideous

Know all the torments
Of the pit and the daemons
Which are evil
Most foul (and most abominable)
Than all the others
When ye in thy dreams seek (to devise)
For the pit holds
Them everyone

2. A Hymn To Grand Darkness (The Creed Of Hoath)

A hymn to grand darkness
Behold the great death of light
Call the eclipse forth, again

"An echo of damnation
Echoing: all will burn
Echoes of embers' shivers
Echo of an (apocryphal) entity"

Behold the great darkness coming
Fear the great slaughter coming

3. Of Blackest Witchcraft (The Hoath Manifesto)

Come, infernal, terristial, and heavenly hosts
Goddess of the (broad) high ways, of the crossroads

Thou who goest (to and fro) at night, torch in hand
Enemy of the day, friend and lover of darkness

Thou who art walking amid the phantom and in the place of tombs
Thou whose thirst is blood
Thou who dost strike chill fear into mortal heart

Gorgo, mormo, moon of a thousand forms
Cast a propitious eye upon our sacrifice

4. Enemy Of The Day

They bark the call...
...In my chosen ones. I'm burning...
...Warm blood is spilled from the whore...
...They're burying the cross...
...When the blood is spilled for them
The whores of heaven cum for them...
...In the shadow of hell...

5. Graverape Ritual

The absence of the white light
Drapes the easternight in black
Shadows devour the silent garden of tombs
Time is right for the desecration rites

In the garden once silent
Whispers can be heard
Unspeakable words
Litanies of evil

Evil walk with me

In the garden once holy
Now desecrated and stained
Semen runs on the hallowed ground
Into the mouths of the blessed

Semen for the blessed... desecrated the dead

In the garden once silent
Whispers can be heard

6. A Horned Moon Rising

Burn not the woods
Destroy not the stones
The temple can be rebuilt
The stones can be replaced

Burn flesh and skin
Destroy their putrid kin
Flesh can't be rebuilt
Skin can't be replaced

Fire
Burning in our hearts
Engulfs jehovah's kin
Darkly burning flames
Lick the holy skin

Lick the holy skins to black

Burn, all, burn!
Unleash the purifying flames

7. Blood For Satan

Shed the sweet blood
Let it flow in great streams
Let the blade fuck your flesh
For the master you all must bleed

Sex with steel, blade me
I ejaculate black blood
Bloody painful masturbation
I am the whore of Satan!

Blood for Satan

When the bitches howl
and warm blood is spilled
I rejoice their painful cries
For I am the lover of darkness

Blood for Satan

8. To Haunt And To Feed

Thou whose thirst is dark, come to taste the blood...

From the mountains the come to haunt and to feed
Haunting in the form of phantoms, in the shape of beasts...

9. When The Shadows Become Flesh

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10. Within Ye Woods, Before Ye Throne

In dead city: he waits thy chanting call
Whych riseth from ye cave and from ye temple ball
Remember, ye who call upon his name
Ye ancient ones whych watch thy mortal game

For he is kyng, and doth forever wait
Awakenyng: ye dawn which calleth hate

Calles up thy legions: and doth rouse to late
Ye others from their watche by hydden gate
So come, ye priests and acolytes of might
Make readie for ye festival, ye ryte

Call up ye blackened legions off ye pit
To dance before ye throne wher he doth sit
Calling, calling ye prince of darknesse black
Awakenyng, awakenyng ye dawn which calleth hate
Dreaming, dreaming off hys evil spawn
Calling, calling within ye woods

So shout ye chant, and make ye caverns rynge
Hear thy unhallowed multitudes now sing

Thy priests, master off a thousand names
Thy glories, kyng of all begotten paynes
Thy honnour great, ye prince of darknesse black
Thy holle region, chief off ye haowlyng packe

Thy lyfe, a lord off hys evil spawn
Thy might from olde chaosgod now gone
Thy lesser ones, which dwell within ye star
Thy brother, hastur, who doth watch a far

Thy realm, wherein we know eternal lyfe
Thy tomb, wher endeth our eternal strife

Call up ye blackened legions off ye pit
To dance before ye throne wher he doth sit
Calling, calling ye prince of darknesse black
Awakenyng, awakenyng ye dawn which calleth hate
Dreaming, dreaming off hys evil spawn
Calling, calling within ye woods