Ave, salus [bad word]  miserere nobis! 

The wounds of the suffering are open 
My stigmas bleeding black 
Wounds from the five blades, 
of the inverted star 

The Devils black vomit 
flowing from the wounds 
The hammer of Satan 
has [bad word] me by its [bad word] strength 

Master! Guide my hands to your deeds 
terrifying [bad word] 
for I am your spear 
and I am your born 

The sacred light of Lucifer 
Burns my skin in blisters 
Boil my flesh in your hatred 
Let your spirit live free in me 

Black and stabbing chains 
from the pentagram to my limbs 
through the wounds of devotion 
towards the evil destiny