A darkness covers the grove of dead trees
And a fog that rises from the soil
A ring of dark brothers on their knees
Is gathered here under a full moon
Dagger that will drink the blood of men
Is delivered from hand to hand
Each eager to bring this to conclusion
Awaiting the sweet release of death
As the blade encircles the altar
We begin a deep chant that echoes
In the black woods all around us
Awaiting an end to all our woes
The chanting stops and thunder roars
In the distant shadowy hills
A wind rises and the moon is hidden
I hold high the sacrifical dagger
My time is come and now I rise
Stern and with a joyous heart
Eager to depart this world of lies
I strike the dagger in my heart