Steeped for nine days in the gloom of death
Eat the flesh of rotten dogs
Magic circle drawn around the grave
Midnight tolls
 [bad word] 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
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] hounds by her side in the night
The dead [bad word] back to life

By virtues of resurrection
And agonies of the damned
I CONJURE [bad word] thee
Answer my demands
You will obey these ceremonies [bad word] 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