[lyrics by A. Sцderlund] 

This is the eve of the new era 
a dark cold night of autumn breeze 
The last leaves fall to the frosty ground 
the pale moon gazes through the thick massing clouds
The whitches are gathered, a hideous coven
in delirous tones, they are shouting 
foul mysterious words as they go 
through the gloom into the fire 

loathsome shape of obscene horror, 
squats huge and [bad word] upon the ebon throne 
Denial of the god above 
The stifling air reeks with filth and blasphemy 
Faster and faster whirls the witches' lewd dance 
Denial of the god above 
Shriller and shriller they scream in tongues 
and then a wan grey flickers in the northern sky 

Twelwe o'clock is the time of night that the graves are gaping wide 
They haste, to the orgies of the sabbat, with the infernal sacraments 
The rites of the pentagram, the dance of Acheron
The sweet and beautiful fantasies of evil 

loathsome shape of obscene horror, 
squats huge and [bad word] upon the ebon throne 
Denial of the god above
The stifling air reeks with filth and blasphemy 
Faster and faster whirls the witches' lewd dance 
Denial of the god above
Shriller and shriller they scream in tongues 
and then a wan grey flickers in the northern sky 

The circle is forever closed, within the secret lie 
Together they leave this dimension side by side 

Twelwe o'clock is the time of night that the graves are gaping wide 
They haste, to the orgies of the sabbat, with the infernal sacraments 
The rites of the pentagram, the dance of Acheron 
The sweet and beautiful fantasies of evil 

This is the eve of the new era 
a dark cold night of autumn breeze 
The last leaves fall to the frosty ground 
the pale moon gazes through the thick massing clouds 
the whitches are gathered, a hideous coven 
in delirous tones, they are shouting foul mysterious words 
as they go through the gloom into the fire 

Twelwe o'clock is the time of night that the graves are gaping wide
They haste, to the orgies of the sabbat, with the infernal sacraments 
The rites of th pentagram, tha dance of Acheron 
The sweet and beautiful fantasies of evil