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Steeped for nine days in the gloom of death
Eat the flesh of rotten dogs
Magic circle drawn around the grave
Midnight tolls
Come 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, Hell 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 hell hounds by her side in the night
The dead will come back to life
By virtues of resurrection and agonies of the damned
I conjure and command thee answer my demands
You will obey these ceremonies, come 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
Come 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, Hell hounds arrive in packs
Snakes swarm up from the soil, spirits draped in black
Hear the hiss growing loud
Flesh of infant skinned alive
One look at her will destroy your mind
Chant the rites
Goddess we're calling
Speak the rites
With the hell hounds by her side in the night
The dead will come back to life