Dancing flames reflect a purple light
Dyeing the room with a
mysterious stillness
Wrapped in the ineoriating haze
of the fumed incense
We were sitting at the table
pleasantly stunned by the sweet
pungent smell of storax
Martyrized with ircos, oleum
 [bad word] 
The white goddess [bad word] the night
And the old bell heralded the 
arrival of Kephra
Our fingers were riding the
ethereal dimension which
embraces everything 

"I'm the guardian of the east
gates, master of the whirling air 
I am him who opens the threshold 
The portal is opened to you, 
holders of the ninth key" 
I think their sound and technique
In the intensity of powers 
The ninth evoked energy was 
waiting for us 
Beyond the black diamond gates 
it sounds great, and for me it's 
"My name is Astharoth-Astarte" 
it hurled
"I am him-her who walks in the dark
Who will lead you to ecstasy
I will give you the power of revenge
'Cause you are my sons
May the power of evil be with you
So that your souls can prepare for the call
In a place, sacred to you,
celebrate with dances, chants and fires
You will couple in rapture
And I will enjoy your lust
I am the ninth key, the ninth flame of [bad word] 
Young, chaste with innocent fleshes
You will fetch her to me"

Magic resins have worn out
Scents have faded
Tum, patient, is waiting
But He-She is still walking with us